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He frowned for a moment, blinking uncertainly. "...yes."
His brow furrowed and his hand came up to rest on her jaw.
His whole face relaxed from her kiss, his eyes fluttering closed despite the skepticism in his words.
"It's softer, but it dries out."
He frowned, pursing his lips. "I'm sure you are."
"What? Of course not. They haven't ben made out of glass since..." It dawned on her slowly and she laughed. "Oh. They're made of plastic now."
He rubbed her back slowly. "I was here. You were going to find me no matter what."
"Yeah. They, like... they dry out," she said, shrugging.
"I didn't leave."
"Yeah," she said, rubbing her eyes. "I left my contacts in last night."
He cupped the back of her head gently, seeming confused. "I missed you too. Are you okay?"
She looked up at him thoughtfully. "Hey, Warns."
His body language indicated surprise and he shifted to touch her face gently, trying to feel her expression. "What is it?"
She washed her face in the bathroom, removing her contacts before returned to the bed, settling next to him carefully and slipping back under the...
His long fingers closed around it and he nodded, sitting back down and wrapping the pastries in the cream cloth gently and carefully.
She woke sleepily, her eyes fluttering open. Her lips were dry and she blinked, her contacts stinging and shifting awkwardly with the action. As...
“Cloth,” he said, frowning. “To wrap them up in.”
She was fast asleep the next morning.
He stood up, feeling around the table for something.
(Zoop?)
