She could see the pain in him. She'd made a study of all the varieties of pain that showed on his face. It would never go away completely. She finished eating and sat staring at the remains. It looked good enough to have another piece, but her stomach was doing sudden flips.
"Promise me we can sleep for hours when we get back?"
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Date: 2014-07-07 03:34 pm (UTC)"Promise me we can sleep for hours when we get back?"