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His frown deepened and he rested his hand very gently on her. "You don't look terrible, O. You just got hurt. Same as me. It's okay."
She shook her head. "You wish."
He came over anxiously. "What is it?"
She laughed. "What?"
He looked confused. "What are you doing..?"
She frowned as well. "I think.. You should try to get used to it."
He opened the door, frowning slightly.
She noticed, tilting her head. "How come..?"
He crossed his arms. "Can I open the door?"
She nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. Do you want to stay at my house?"
"What's wrong?" he asked again.
She grinned, holding his hands. "When did you want to leave?"
He squinted. "O?"
She grinned. "Of course."
He frowned, persistent. "Are you okay?"
She grinned, her expression happy. "Of course I'll go with you."
He knocked on her door. "What do you want to eat?"
Her gaze warmthened and she looked excited. "Really?"
He came out with a pair of crutches, setting them against the couch.
She looked surprised, her brows furrowing. "What..?'
