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He frowned, patting gently.
She squinted at him before leaning down to kiss him again, softly. "*squee!* you," she said.
This gave him pause. "When it happened to you?"
She rolled her eyes slightly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Don't turn this around on me," she said primly. "That's not how this works."
"It's not a big deal. I can handle it."
"Yes, you," she mused, turning her head to kiss his palm gently. "You're so cute."
"It's alright. It's not your fault."
She rested on all fours, leaning down to kiss him gently, her hair falling in front of her face. "You're so cute, you know?"
He flinched instinctively, blinking in surprise. "It doesn't really hurt that much anymore. Don't worry."
She slipped it on, pulling it up over her neck and coming back over to him, running her hand through her white hair. "Are you going to get changed?"
"It was almost a years worth of work, Pen."
She took off her shirt, going to switch to one of the thicker sweaters.
He frowned, leaning back in the chair. "I had plans that were in there. All my work."
She looked at him over her shoulder with a frown before digging through for some kind of large sweater. "You've never seen me in a turtleneck."
He glanced in her direction, his brows furrowed. His grey eyes stared at nothingness and his lips pursed slightly. "Yeah. Me too."
She flushed, squinting at him. "You don't know that," she said flatly, standing up and heading over to his drawers.
"Yes, well..." He shrugged, sitting up and leaning against the pillows. "It happened. The best we can do is get over it."
She exhaled slowly, resting her forehead on his chest for a moment before sitting up. "I gotta get a turtleneck."
"If it felt like a mistake at the time, you wouldn't have done it," he said, not unkindly. "Part of you thought it was the right thing to do. It's...
She looked up at him trustingly, her hand on his jaw and her thumb brushing his cheekbone. "You'll figure it out," she repeated. "I trust you."
