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She cocked her head. "I won't torture you."
She squinted at him. "Yes, I suppose I do."
"No, I'm just saying. Pajamas are comfortable."
She moved towards him. "But I love you!"
"Like you telling me you love me? Of course."
He nodded. "If that's what you want," he said, heading to the boxes to pick out pajamas before going to shower. "You should get into something...
"Try me."
She couldn't help but smile. "I love you too."
Welcome back!
"I mean, she gave be medicine, but I mostly just stayed in bed."
A smile slowly spread on her face. "Torture with you with words of affection."
She frowned. "You're being so mean."
He kissed her forehead. "I never did anything like that when I was sick. It'll be nice."
She leaned towards him to kiss his cheek. "Of course I love you."
"No I'm not!"
He smiled softly. "Did you? Thanks."
She smiled playfully. "Nope. I would have let you suffer."
"I'm not joking!"
He nodded, kissing her forehead. "A bit."
She nodded, taking his hand to her lips and kissing it softly. "Thank you for taking care of me."
