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"Ha. Alright, child of Apollo. Keep thinking that."
“ oh. Well, yes, that was your fault. But not realizing that the relationship between us has changed was my fault.”
“Okay,” he said with a nod. “No accidents.”
“Lots of talking come from the most ineffective angel I’ve ever met.”
“It’s not your fault,” she said quietly, brushing past him.
He paused, glancing up at her . “Yeah, actually, that’d be great.”
He glared up at her. “Shut your mouth.”
She pursed her lips and moved slightly past him. “Still. I should have done it.”
"I see."
"You are a child."
"Hold your hand when I'm the reason things aren't normal. It's... it's not fair."
"Before... before the accident?"
"If you were a worthy being, you'd know."
Her brow furrowed and she stood up, pulling her hand away. "I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't do that."
He frowned. "What bakery?"
"You haven't proven it."
She looked down at it in surprise before taking it, her hands warm from the mug of tea.
He flushed, raising an eyebrow. "Me. That would make sense, I guess."
"Hmph. Sure you're not."
She clasped her hands together as if looking for comfort. "It's just... it's hard."
