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He sat up slightly, now fully awake. “Avice...? Baby, what’s wrong?”
He huffed, leaning over and kissing her deeply.
She looked up at him suddenly, her green eyes wide with alarm. “That’s not true, Warns! You’re... you’re wonderful.”
He woke, shifting in surprise. “Hey...?”
“Biased eyes.”
She was quiet for a moment, thinking. “You wouldn’t hug me like you do if you didn’t want something more out of your existence here,” she said...
He was stretched out in the bed, his arms still open from when she had gotten up, his head against the pillow and his face peaceful. As she sat,...
He huffed slightly, kissing her nose. “I think you’re biased.”
She laughed slightly, slipping her arms around his waist and hugging him close to her. “Alright, Warns. Sure.”
“Ms. Rohesia, I do not have the time nor the patience to negotiate with criminals, but in your case, I’m willing to make an exception. Perhaps...
“None of that.”
“So why didn’t you dance with anyone else? You want companionship, Warns.”
He offered the letter to her before heading down the hill. The letter was written in fancy cursive. There was no return address.
“Oh, hush,” he grumbled, pulling her into his arms.
She laughed slightly, her hand on his jaw affectionately. “If you’re fine on your own, why did you get jealous when I left you to dance with...
A mailman was standing there, holding a letter. “Ms...” He squinted at the writing on the envelope. “Rohesia...?”
“I guess that’s fair.”
She seemed to detect his hesitation and kissed his jaw quickly. “But I would miss this,” she said gently. “So maybe not.”
He murmured in his sleep, pulling her closer into his arms. There came a knock at the door.
“I don’t know,” she said playfully, stretching out comfortably next to him. “It’s nice to have a companion besides Ker. A person, you know?”
