“Sure, you do,” he said smoothly, herding her over towards the bed. *** She frowned as he moved away, following him and opening the oven. “Why are you mad?”
She couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I can't believe this. I'm a prisoner." *** "Because you lied to me and I'm worried."
“Yes. When people get attacked by cats, they’re prisoners.” *** “You’re always worried,” she muttered, taking the cake out. It didn’t look bad, and she set it on the counter before taking off the oven mitt.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. "Hm." *** His brows were furrowed. "I can't help it."
He raised an eyebrow. “Sleep. I’ll leave.” *** She didn’t reply, going over to the bed and sitting on it, crossing her arms and looking down at the covers.
She frowned slightly, looking back at the bed. "..Okay." *** He glances over at her, feeling badly. "..I can leave."
She looked back up at him. "It's nothing.. You can go." *** He came over, his brows furrowed. "I'm sorry."
He frowned. “Are you uncomfortable?” *** She sighed before scooting over to him. “Let’s just lie here.”
"No," she said easily, "I'm okay. Everything is fine." *** He seemed sad, getting into the bed and lying down.
He gave her a small smile. "Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." * * * She looked over at him for a moment before scooting over, wrapping her arms around his waist gently. "I don't want you to worry about me," she said quietly. "I want you to be relaxed and happy. I get worried when I see that I cause you to stress out."
He left, closing the door behind him. * * * She looked up at him, her brow furrowed. "What can I do to make you worry less?"
(Zoop?) * * * She considered him for a moment before her hands came up to cup his jaw gently. "I am willing to change," she told him. "If it would make you worry less. Just tell me what I have to do."
There was a knock on her door the next day. * * * She watched him earnestly, tilting her head. "Like what?"
She opened the door, her head tilted. *** "Like how you haven't eaten, and went out while sick without a coat. I can understand the getting drunk part, since you didn't know."
Victor was standing there, and looked up when she opened the door. "Hi." * * * "Okay. Do you want me to eat now?"
