[He really does not see how that constitutes as him forcing her to get up in a chair. She's the one who wants to cook. She's the one who could have asked someone for help. Isn't that...one guy the chef, anyway?]
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[He feels the hand wipe across his chest and his eye twitches ever-so-slightly. What.
The.
Fuck. Was that for? Looking back at her, there's a nice frown resting on his face. He's done well to take care of this coat. He actually really likes this coat. It isn't that he's materialistic, or anything. He just. Happens to be fond of one of the few possessions he actually has.]
Either way, you didn't even bother asking.
[He would have gotten it down for her, okay. Since. Well. It's kind of his fault it was up there, to begin with.]
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[He feels the hand wipe across his chest and his eye twitches ever-so-slightly. What.
The.
Fuck. Was that for? Looking back at her, there's a nice frown resting on his face. He's done well to take care of this coat.
He actually really likes this coat.It isn't that he's materialistic, or anything. He just. Happens to be fond of one of the few possessions he actually has.]Either way, you didn't even bother asking.
[He would have gotten it down for her, okay. Since. Well. It's kind of his fault it was up there, to begin with.]