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She picked it up, going to give it to him.
"That's not true," he said quietly. "I think you're good enough.."
"I can get them," she said, going back and looking for them.
He faltered a little, saying nothing as he self consciously brushed his thumb over his knuckles. It seemed a didn't know how to respond, and...
She did so easily. "I got my tea, so I'm okay."
He looked a little hurt by her accusation, but his face quickly hardened. "I never tried to get you to believe you were weaker than I me. I am...
She nodded, opening it up to grab it, bringing it back to him.
He put his hands on his head, scoffing incredulously. "I'm bullying you?"
She laughed a little, looking up at him and putting an arm around his waist. "Yeah."
He raised his hands suddenly, his voice getting a bit louder as well. "You're afraid of me! You shouldn't have to be afraid of me!"
She gave him a small smile before leaning her head on his shoulder.
This irritated him, and he crossed his arms. "No, I'm just saying you wouldn't have been traumatized by my psychotic sister or my violent...
She dipped the bread in the egg mixture, placing it on the prepared pan.
"Why do you even want to get involved?" he asked. "You know, you could have avoided all of these problems had you just left the country from the...
She prepared the bread, listening to him hum.
He clenched his fists, watching her. "You aren't coming with me, O. This is going to be more planned than the factory trip. It's going to involve...
She nodded, setting everything out.
"Last time," he began sharply, "you didn't listen to my advice either. Now you're doing it again."
She pulled away to get the ingredients. "French toast sounds amazing."
He frowned. "Then go somewhere else, Ophelia. I don't want to put you at risk."
