[hearing him say that fills her with such a wonderful mix of joy, relief, and gratitude that it actually overflows and makes her squirm a little, tickled down to her toes. it makes her want to hide utterly under the covers, but that'd mean losing sight of his smile -- something she wants to see and impress into her heart for good. she bites her lip to stifle her own smile, even as her thumb traces the corner of his.]
And the present! Even if...it's a little sore for you right now.
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And the present! Even if...it's a little sore for you right now.