[ he fusses and usually, she'd complain and protest. she can get the shoe herself, there's really no reason for all of this chivalry. and yet she doesn't protest, doesn't complain, doesn't dare to don on her usual armor of dry sarcasm, not with him, never with him. she lets him fuss if only because she feels the need to fuss, too. to stay at his side and make sure nothing dares to try and harm him.
he gets up, he says hi as if this is all terribly ordinary and it makes her laugh, raw and happy as she reaches to grasp his hand tightly in hers. ]
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he gets up, he says hi as if this is all terribly ordinary and it makes her laugh, raw and happy as she reaches to grasp his hand tightly in hers. ]
Hello, Steve.