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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 22:39:09 GMT -5
He felt like going out and killing someone, namely the Refuge warden and Goblin for getting her in there. He loosened his hold on her when it sounded like she was no longer crying. "Script, I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve to be put through that..."
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 22:44:33 GMT -5
She hung her head, to ashamed to look at him, sniffling. "I--I know...and now...now I'm...I'm broken and no good to anybody..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 22:47:32 GMT -5
"That's not true," he assured her, his voice still soft but firm. "You just need time to heal is all."
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 22:58:33 GMT -5
She tilted her head up, meeting his eyes, her own red-rimmed. "I don't want to scare you way...I...I like having you around..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 8:23:14 GMT -5
He wiped away a stray tear from her cheek before dropping a kiss on her nose. "Don't worry. It takes a lot to scare me away. I'm still your friend, Script. That's not going to change."
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 11:10:11 GMT -5
She stared up at him a minute with big eyes, hands fisted in the front of his shirt. "Where they hell did you come from, Skitts..?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 13:24:09 GMT -5
"I, uh, don't think I really have to explain that process to you..." he teased, chuckling.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 13:26:25 GMT -5
She smiled and gave a watery little laugh. She leaned up, gently pressing her lips to his, murmuring, "Thank you, Skittery..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 16:53:07 GMT -5
"You're welcome," he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to her lips.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 16:54:52 GMT -5
She blushed, pulling away to look at the floor. "This is...this is gonna sound stupid, and you can totally say no, but...I just...could you...I mean...stay with me..? Tonight..?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 17:05:32 GMT -5
He swallowed roughly, but barely hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, of course I will."
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 17:08:01 GMT -5
She gave him a weak smile, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them, bringing them to her lips to kiss his knuckles. "I owe you, Skitts. A lot."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 17:21:59 GMT -5
"Just bake me a batch of brownies sometime, and we'll call it even," he said, a half-smile appearing on his lips. He moved to lay down on the couch, pressing his back to the sofa cushions so she could have room to lie down.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 17:30:27 GMT -5
She slipped off her shoes, sliding in beside him and pulled the throw from the back of the couch down around them. She snuggled back against him as close as she could get.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 17:33:38 GMT -5
He slid his arm around her waist, holding her tightly. He nuzzled his nose in her hair, smiling a bit to himself. "You comfortable?"
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