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Feb 11, 2021 21:00:44 GMT -6
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"S'fine. Better."
Better was good! Or at the very least better was better than not good. The Greek blinked when Lori lifted a hand and patted her cheek, but made no move to stop it. Lori was clearly still feeling out of it, and quite possibly on the verge of exhaustion given the slurring she was hearing. "That's good." She muttered happily.
It made sense given the stress she'd just been through. A broken arm, an absurd amount of scrapes and bruises, and the fact that she had exited a building via window were enough to make anyone want to check out for a while. With a smile, Andrea lifted one of her own gloved hands and pressed it to Lori's helping take some of the strain out of the action.
... She also on the sly used it to try and gauge how the arm was healing, and how much longer she might need to be hooked up to Lori.
"'Drea? Love's not a 'leave happy' thing."
It was a little hard to gather what exactly she was referencing, and yet at the same time, it didn't really matter. The statement held true no matter where it may have come from. "That it is not, Lori... That it is not."
Love in all forms was painful. Like cradling something you cherish that had been rolled in glue and shards of glass.
She pressed her cheek slightly into that hand, which Lori had neglected to remove, and smiled again. "And yet, at the same time that is what makes it all the more special."
After a moment she moved her cheek but kept a loose grip on the woman's hand. "That is another conversation for a different time, however. You should sleep now, Lori... Rest. I will be right here."
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