[ at least he'll die beautiful. If not happy, it's hard to say. She regrets nothing.
... Likely because she's not even aware that she's flustering him. She only smiles, in that warmly affectionate way she does when it's just the two of them. It's just normally not when one of them's wedged under blankets with a fever hotter than some of those summer days in the office. She also tacitly complies, holding her words back so a cough doesn't succeed them. ]
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... Likely because she's not even aware that she's flustering him. She only smiles, in that warmly affectionate way she does when it's just the two of them. It's just normally not when one of them's wedged under blankets with a fever hotter than some of those summer days in the office. She also tacitly complies, holding her words back so a cough doesn't succeed them. ]