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cue a sheepish smile following ,
breaking eye contact . “ i have
ones that are way better , just ..
that was the first one that came
to mine . “ redfield laughed softly .
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" next time, " he echoes. " that, i can do. i'll buy you one, though. think it'll be better for your tastebuds to have something made by a professional than whatever hell drink i'd somehow conjure up. "
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retracting her mug from her lips ,
the brunette’s blue eyed gaze
remained on the male before her .
“ well that just means you owe
me a coffee next time then … it’s
no sweat , really . “ claire responded
through a smile .
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leon winces at the thought, shaking his head as he approaches.
" sounds like a pain, " he says duly, peering at the injury. " let me help. it'll be easier for another set of hands to do the stitches. "
needle gripped between finger tips, hesitating as he looks up.
" threw a left hook. the fucker had some kind of. . .barbs. ripped through my knuckles. "
he doesn’t care whether he gets hurt but he can’t abide others getting hurt for his sake. he tries to isolate himself by pushing everyone away .. — i see. when he says 'free' .. does he mean 'alone'?