[There it is: an out, practically gift wrapped. A solution, too; a way to never have to feel like this again. The answer should be so easy to make. But he's not thinking right and neither is she. She's scared and miserable and he's angry and miserable too. So she cups his face with her hands and smooths her thumbs over his cheeks. ]
Ask me when we're feeling better.
[because he might not want it, then. But maybe not.]
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Ask me when we're feeling better.
[because he might not want it, then. But maybe not.]