[ she remembers him telling her one day, when they'd holed up in his dorm room instead of in her penthouse. the memory and the fact that he'd held on to the pieces of comfort, that he's willing to share it with her, makes her smile and she nods, shifting to lie fully on her back. ]
Can you toast the bread? [ there's maybe a bit of playful pleading in her tone. it's a little needy, but she is recovering from a poisoned stab wound. ] Please?
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Can you toast the bread? [ there's maybe a bit of playful pleading in her tone. it's a little needy, but she is recovering from a poisoned stab wound. ] Please?