"I can make some soup," she said sleepily, going over to the stove. * * * "That stuff doesn't really matter, though."
"No, you should sleep," she protested "I'm okay. I have one less day of work than you." * * * He laughed, shifting slightly to look her in the eyes. "I like you too."
He seemed too tired to object, going to the bed and flopping onto it. *** She paused, maybe looking worried for a moment. "Are you okay with staying here tomorrow?"
She began working, her head bowed over her task. After a couple minutes, she came back to him on the bed, frowning. "It's cooking. Here, Cy. Roll on your stomach." * * * He looked confused, raising one eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
She began to massage his back gently, her brows furrowed. "I'm worried about you." * * * "Like... going out to help? Nas, they need me."
She rubbed his back gently, tracing his spine with her knuckles. "Because this is rogue stuff that you're doing. You're not trained to be a rogue." * * * "Not that hurt," he protested.
"Well, no... but you've done stuff in the house. That's what you're used to, you know?" * * * "That was to preserve your dignity."
He frowned, turning his head slightly. "So..? It's still work." *** She looked skeptical. "That makes no sense. I'd be willing to take your shirt off any day."
She wasn't looking at him, but her brows were furrowed. "Yeah, but... I don't know. You've been pushing yourself so much." * * * He flushed deeply, jerking his head over to look at her. "Excuse me?"
He shifted, getting up carefully. "I'll be okay Dahls." *** She couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Sorry, I had to."
She looked over at him in surprise, putting a hand on his chest. "Wait, don't get up," she protested. "You should keep sleeping." * * * "Oh, did you?" he teased, resting his forehead against hers.
"I'm gonna eat before I sleep," he said, opening his arms to her with a tilted head. "You're worrying too much." *** She watched him adoringly before leaning forward to kiss him.
She laughed lightly, scooting over to him and resting her head on his collar. "Yeah, well... I guess it's payback." * * * He kissed her back softly, his hand coming up to rest on her jaw.
He laughed lowly, rubbing her back. "That makes sense." *** She reached up, resting her hand over his before pulling away, their faces still close. "I don't want you to get hurt again.."
“I just don’t want you to burn out,” she said, looking up at him. “I want you alive and energetic and... I want you to be my Cy. Like you always are.” *** His lips brushed hers and he paused before looking up at her again. “I’m going to be fine. You’ll see.”
