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"How do I do that?"
Something like shame may have crossed his face and he was silent before stepping out of the house, closing the door behind him.
"You don't have to," she hastened nervously. "If you have other stuff to do or... or something. I don't know."
(Zoop?)
She relaxed, evidently relieved before nodding. "Okay. Electricity?"
It would take a few minutes, but he would open it. His brow was furrowed and his hair was disheveled, but his eyes widened slightly when he saw...
She nodded, looking down at the ground and grabbing the vial on the table distractedly, pouring a small cup of it. "You don't have to stay,...
"A little, but that's alright. I can make it work."
She visibly faltered, her brow furrowing. "And...?"
(Yoop!)
She looked at him for a moment and he would feel a very warm hand on his jaw. "Thank you," she said quietly, dropping her hand. "I don't want to...
"I see."
"Okay, well, go for it, Zaddy-O."
"I'm sorry," he said again, opening the door and closing it behind him.
She ran her fingers through her hair blearily. "You're sweet, but..." She paused, feeling that her hair was no longer tangled and her gaze...
"It's really not, that's what I'm trying to tell you."
"Do you want to help?"
He did pull away after a moment, his face mere inches from hers and there was a beat of silence. "I... God, I'm sorry," he said, straightening...
She finished coughing weakly and looked over her shoulder at him, looking bewildered. "Sam? What are you... what are you doing here?"
"Scavenging, mostly."
