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"Yep. Very. You?"
He blinked in surprise, looking over at her, his brow furrowing. "Apollo, huh?"
She looked up tearfully. "I can?"
She went and sat down at the table, humming under her breath.
He looked down at her. "Good morning."
He dropped a few coins in Sylvia's pouch for her music. "Praise Vesta," he murmured.
Her lower lip trembled. "When will you be coming back?"
"I love you too, Sam."
He laughed, lying back down next to her and pulling her close.
August walked through the market quietly, his dark blue eyes jumping from booth to booth. Gold coins jingled in his purse, and he tucked it into...
"Why?"
She buried her face in his neck, exhaling slowly.
He kissed her temple before pulling on his clothes.
(I STARTED LAST TIME)
Her little face fell. "Why not?"
"It's wonderful."
"Not too scary."
He sat up slowly, trying not to disturb her.
(YES)
She looked a little troubled. "She hasn't been sleeping much since she got back. Now that you're home, though, it'll be better."
