[She takes the cup out of the air, tilts it against his lips. If he tries to drink too fast though she's going to make him suck on the damn washcloth.]
Sweetie... [A kiss to his temple.]
What makes you so certain someone was there, honey? [To Heart because she thought the towel thing had been him.]
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Sweetie... [A kiss to his temple.]
What makes you so certain someone was there, honey? [To Heart because she thought the towel thing had been him.]