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She kissed his jaw. "I don't mind."
Callie cocked her head at the students, a small smile on her face. "It's good to see you all! It seems lime you guys really liked the sweaters."
"Thank you," he said quietly, leaning to kiss her nose. "I love you."
She wave her hands. "No, I can."
She nodded, idly taking a seat while looking around.
He smiled softly. "You think so?"
"Research is alright. I guess."
"Like, um, teaching the class to sew," she replied, stepping in.
He frowned, taking her hand and kissing it softly. "Okay."
She smiled slightly, laying down again. "I think we will."
She smiled. "Oh! Perfect. Okay. I just wanted to talk about stuff."
He looked up. "You okay?"
She shrugged. "Better than yesterday, but still not great."
Callie stood, her expression uncertain. When the door opened, she looked up. "Hey! Hi. I hope I'm not.. interrupting?"
He chuckled. "That's what I thought."
She nodded slowly. ".. Okay."
There was a small knock on the door.
He tilted his head. "Really?"
She sighed, sitting up and pulling him close. "I'm sorry.. do you want to talk about it?"
(Oh yeah, that works!)
