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She pursed her lips, studying him as she took his coat. She reached out instinctively to brush some raindrops off of his head, her fingers moved...
He sighed, looking at her with an amused expression that would be strikingly familiar to her. "That's not what you want to call me."
"A tomb of Vesta," he said smoothly. "You are busy distracting me, as usual."
A small smile played on the corner of her lips. "Hi. Come on in."
"It's unsettling for you, though. Call me whatever you'd like. I should adjust, anyhow."
He frowned, closing his book. "Ah. Hello."
She opened the door slowly. She looked tired, but her eyes greeted him, almost silvery in the dark. She wore a loose, white button-up shirt, and...
"You don't know me as Tuck, though."
He glanced up, one brow raised.
(yoop!)
"I suppose... I don't know."
August was sitting in the square, reading a tomb.
"Yep. Bye."
"You have a preference."
“Okay. Come on over.”
“So, what do you call me now?”
He paused before nodding. “I guess that makes sense. We are married.”
She hesitated for a moment. “Do you want to come over? We could have some coffee and talk...”
“It’ll get better, Ms. Rohesia. You’ll see.”
“Yeah. They miss seeing you every day.”
