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"Was I supposed to just.. stay there?" *** She pulled out a piece.
He brushed back her hair. "And eat cinnamon rolls?"
She pursed her lips, picking up the note.
"Ah.. I'm okay right now. I mostly feel nauseous." *** "You have tape in your hair."
"Alright," he said warmly. "How about you?"
She headed out of the room, downstairs.
He hesitated. "It's.. alright." *** "..I love you."
He kissed her nose. "Hm.. Alright."
She smiled softly, sitting up and kissing his cheek before slipping out of bed.
He paused at her touch, feeling helpless. "What are you doing?"
He chuckled. "Me? What about you?"
The next morning Avice awoke, blinking sleepily.
"Neighbor called.. I don't know who it was." *** "I think?"
He grinned. "I love you too. And cinnamon rolls."
(Nyoom?(
"..Ambulance." *** "Yes."
"I like food," he teased. "Especially if it's good. I am also making cinnamon rolls because I feel like it."
She drifted off, her grip on his hand loosening.
His hand was cold. "No.. I'm sorry." *** "I know."
He looked back at her. "Do you like chicken enchilada?"
