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He laughed, his brows furrowed. "What..?"
"I'm not going to leave again," she replied slowly. Her voice was unlike he had heard before, and it was a mix of coolness and concern. Mostly...
"Well.. Eh." *** "I did, but not like this."
"I promise."
She looked at him, her eyes wide with worry. "O-Oh.."
"I was hungry, and I assumed you were too. Sorry I didn't ask if you like it or not.." *** "Yep. A total genius. Not sure how I didn't see it...
"Why not? I'll tell you if you tell me first."
She hesitated, watching her hands. "Scared of me?"
He kissed her cheek. "I brought Chinese." *** "..Good point."
"Nuh uh. Just tell me if it's so important."
She frowned, standing suddenly. She had to try. It was the least she could do. She headed into the bedroom without a word, sitting next to him....
"It's me." *** "Why wear a suit to work?"
He glanced at her. "I'm not telling you."
She watched the door, before going to the couch and sitting. Her hands folded, and she bit her lip uncertainly.
He set it on the table, going to sit on the couch as well. *** "Yeah, but generally you don't use the same material for a onesie as a suit."
"It's so I will share mine, you dirty liar."
She watched him, observing his eyes before stepping to the side, opening the doorway for him to pass as she watched the ground.
Landon stepped in, carrying Chinese takeout. *** "Huh.."
"Oh, then what is it?"
Avice said nothing, either unsure what to say, or worried it would be ruined if she said anything.
