[She does. And she turns a soft smile on him to punctuate it, her thoughts blessedly free of any notions to the contrary. He does, it's as matter-of-fact as anything else; the sun is warm, the grass is green, Caesar always wins in a fight. But still.]
But I wouldn't be your best girl if I didn't still worry a little anyway, would I?
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[She does. And she turns a soft smile on him to punctuate it, her thoughts blessedly free of any notions to the contrary. He does, it's as matter-of-fact as anything else; the sun is warm, the grass is green, Caesar always wins in a fight. But still.]
But I wouldn't be your best girl if I didn't still worry a little anyway, would I?