𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, however— How nice would it be if they really did get to have a day to themselves? For the moment, they could just. . pretend.
❝That depends. . Are you cool with watching movies all day? —𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 with ice cream?❞
“Hey,” She smiles, reaching up to tousle his hair.
“Staying in today? Can I join?”
Realistically, they’re probably going to head out at some point later anyway because of some unforeseen circumstance…
« Is anything broken? Do you need a hospital?❞
He can’t help but think— It’s nothing as catastrophic as Chicago, but that fact is only more incentive to take on something comparably manageable, not to merely disregard something of lesser severity.
He is not like 𝙝𝙞𝙢.
Her silence is just as concerning as it is ominous, but Mark chalks that up to shock.
He assumes that this shuddering is some sort of breakdown, though unsure of which component is most responsible. She didn’t seem particularly concerned about anything other than »
« she doesn’t totally lose it right then and there.
❝Look, I don’t really—❞ He typically isn’t around for the aftermath. But 𝙝𝙚 did this. He is responsible. Not some other threat to deal with.
What kind of man did his mother raise?
❝We’ll figure this out, okay? »
Granted a glimpse at fluttering emeralds, the following groan is enough to indicate some extent of consciousness. A relief.
Would she have a concussion? How does one even deduce that? He’s not a doctor.
—But her question. .
He blinks behind the concealing lenses, »
« almost unsure if he heard her correctly. Gaze trails away from the woman, and only then does he notice the noodles.
. . Scattered all over the interior, one even sticking to the roof.
Is that her main concern? Does that imply the windshield isn’t so bad after all?
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