[ Mako doesn't flinch when he kisses her forehead, and it surprises even her, too, that the sweetness of the gesture is accepted (and oddly enough, sets her heart aflutter because this is the worst timing for that to happen), that he's done it before and it's okay, and it's okay now, too, and eventually they'll have to talk about this.
She sees, too, the look on his face and knows that he's on to her, that he's never been fooled by the things she says to him and that's too bad, Raleigh, you're making her tea and you're going to like it. ]
White, with sugar. [ She tells him, and decides to throw in, for good measure. ] I'd like the milk boiled, please.
[ Now go, so that she can stitch herself up in peace. She'll be finishing up when he comes in with the tea. ]
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She sees, too, the look on his face and knows that he's on to her, that he's never been fooled by the things she says to him and that's too bad, Raleigh, you're making her tea and you're going to like it. ]
White, with sugar. [ She tells him, and decides to throw in, for good measure. ] I'd like the milk boiled, please.
[ Now go, so that she can stitch herself up in peace. She'll be finishing up when he comes in with the tea. ]