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He began to fry some oil on the pan, his head bent over his task.
"Spoken like a true mobster."
"There is, yeah."
"Let me know when you think that there's no more clumps of flour or anything, okay?"
"But did I do something?"
"I see. You retreated to your old habits, didn't you?" she teased.
She paused before nodding slightly, glancing over her shoulder. "...okay. Can we even buy coffee?"
"Don't fret. I wouldn't. We should go do something though."
He paused, his hand coming up to rest on the side of her jaw. "What did I do?" he murmured.
"That's true," she mused, hooking her arm with his comfortably as they walked. "How about you? How did you manage?"
"There's nothing else we can do here," she repeated, sounding tired, looking over at him. "Right?"
"I couldn't bear to leave you," he teased, kissing her forehead.
"Well done," he said easily, giving her the spoon to stir.
He paused, raising one eyebrow curiously. "What is it?"
"Lonely," she said with a shrug. "I missed you, but I did lots of interviews, if that makes it better...?"
"Let's go back home," she said quietly, approaching Ker. "Okay? We can't do anything else here."
"I agree. I don't want you turning into me," he said with a small laugh. "Come and crack these eggs."
The door flew open and he grabbed her, tackling her to the bed and kissing her.
"Absolutely," he said, looking down at her thoughtfully.
"Just enough for self-defense."
