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She remained asleep, her brows furrowed with worry as her hands balled into fists.
He sighed. "Yes ma'am."
"I can buy my own." *** He squinted at her. "I am not."
Avice had planned on leaving, but the days events had worn on her. She drifted off, holding herself tightly.
He cocked his head. "I can make it."
"Maybe I shouldn't move in.." *** "It's wrong!"
She sat on the couch, resting her head back with a distressed sigh.
He chuckled, turning back to his food.
"Mean.." *** "Fries and shakes."
She frowned, but nodded. "Goodnight, Jack."
He smiled warmly. "Get your French toast."
"But.. Why?" *** "Probably not on the inside."
She watched him, her eyes sad. "Do you even want me here?"
He went and sat at the table, his eyes warm.
She emerged back into the room. "Hmm.." *** "No I'm not!"
She took a step toward him. "I had to. I had to, Jack. I would never leave if I didn't have to. Would you rather have Knox know about You? Know...
He sighed. "Okay."
"...No.." *** "It's wrong."
"I'm not act like you are! You literally interrogated me and Elyse and picked who you believed more. Every time you look at me I feel like there's...
"How does that work?"
