She laughed, returning to her work. * * * "You took joy from my pain," he said stiffly, going into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
She looked up at him after a moment, raising one eyebrow. "What?" * * * "Sure!" she would hear him call.
She flushed, raising one eyebrow. "Is it the cut?" * * * He was quiet in the bathroom for quite a while, but she would eventually hear him washing his hands and coming back out.
"Nah," he said smoothly. "It's everything." *** She looked back up, maybe seeming a little worried. "Is everything okay."
She rolled her eyes, looking back at the food. "Yeah, it's the cut." * * * He looked over at her, giving her a quick smile. "Yep. Just... yeah. Everything's fine. Go back to sleep."
He groaned. "No it's not." *** She frowned, sitting up completely. "I never went to sleep. I was worried. C'mere?"
She laughed, coming over to him with a plate of food. "Sure it is," she said, kissing his cheek. * * * He hesitated before sitting on the edge of the bed, joining her.
"Potato," she told him. "Potato... things. I don't even know. My mum taught me." * * * He reached up, cupping her jaw gently. "What are you doing?"
He chuckled. "Huh. Fair enough." *** "Kissing you," she said easily, watching him with a loving gaze.
"It's good, I think," she said uncertainly. "I don't know. Maybe it's not good." * * * "I can see that. You're supposed to be sleeping."
"You could be lying," she said, raising one eyebrow. * * * "You told me to change the bandages. I can't win."
He squinted before offering her the silverware. "Try it, then. It's good." *** She tilted her head, taking his hand with a small frown. "I love you."
"Nah, I know what it tastes like," she said, kissing the top of his head. "Eat." * * * He laughed lightly, shifting on the bed. "I love you too."
