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He nodded, content. "What are you thinking about?"
"Insults of a lesser being don't bother me."
She exhaled slowly, looking down at the table. "It's... it's so weird not to have you be a constant right now."
"I'd like to see, sometime."
"Understandably."
She frowned, resting her head on her hand. "I'm sorry..."
He gave her a shy grin, leaning back in his pillows. "Are you good?"
"Of course."
"What about work?" she asked, her hands clasped around her mug.
He raised his brows, looking over at her. "You paint?"
"What about you?"
She frowned, glancing over her shoulder at him before bringing the coffee to him, setting it in front of him. "Tell me about it."
He laughed, his chest shaking with the action. "Orange, huh? It's green now."
He frowned, tilting his head. "I stay away from people as a child."
She poured him some from the coffee pot, fixing it slowly, her brow furrowed. "So, why was it a bad day?"
"I do?" he asked, surprised.
He squinted at her. "It's my job."
She seemed embarrassed, shaking her head as if scolding herself. "C'mon. I have some coffee in the kitchen."
He sighed, his dark hair flopping in front of his eyes. "Fine. Fine. What's... hm... what do you know to be my favorite color?"
"It's not bad for you. It's bad for me."
