Just seeing him made her feel better. Safer. More secure. Even as she felt miserable and like she wanted to claw her own skin off, knowing he was there was such a comfort.
"I'm alright," she assured him, resettling against the pillows and glancing over at the nightstand. "I've still got that. You go play chef, sugar, just don't destroy my kitchen." She wasn't so far gone yet that she couldn't tease him a little.
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Date: 2017-02-13 02:52 am (UTC)"I'm alright," she assured him, resettling against the pillows and glancing over at the nightstand. "I've still got that. You go play chef, sugar, just don't destroy my kitchen." She wasn't so far gone yet that she couldn't tease him a little.