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"Diana, please.."
Her expression was gentle, less worried and nervous.
"Okay. That's fine with me."
"Oh.. No thank you. I have my own."
It would become apparent that over the time her back had been getting stitched she passed out.
He shrugged. "Anywhere."
"Yeah. Gross."
She said nothing, her head turned away from him.
He shut the door, squinting out.
He watched her, squinting. "..Gross."
She put her head down again. "I think I'll be okay."
He sighed, heading for the door.
He started eating, his expression warm.
"Either?"
He nodded slowly. "Then.. Can we take a walk? It's gloomy in here."
He chuckled, taking a seat.
She turned her head. "Are you?"
He raised a finger to protest before closing his mouth. "Right.. Sorry. In my eyes, you look uncomfortable."
"I really love you."
"Is it actually safe here?"
