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He glared at her. "It's our child."
“I’ll judge you some other time.”
“Meeting room A, apparently.”
“Special stupid.”
“I will never eat my son.”
“Don’t panic. I’m not judge mental.”
He shut his bag, having packed the last of his necessities, and heading for the lab.
She looked up with a small grin. “Hey.”
“Special friend.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Why would it be? I’m adorable.”
Rowan was alone in his apartment, throwing clothes in his bag, his brows furrowed.
She watched him go, her eyes narrowed appreciatively.
"You're my friend. That's all I was saying."
"What? I'm eating pizza!"
"That's no reason to apologize!"
(Zoop?)
"Don't be too long."
"Don't push your luck."
