She’d missed his smile, his laugh; his voice. She’d missed him something fierce, yet there was a reason why they hadn’t talked in a while, wasn’t there? Her mind still felt heavy in a way, with a fog that refused to lift. So something in the back of her mind told her to just enjoy him being here, enjoy his presence. He’d been taking care of her, and had even apparently squared up with her landlady when it came down to it.

“Certain terms?” Mabel echoed, blinking up at him. She did her best to look around the room. When her neck screamed at her, she stopped and found that her joints were still aching. “What do you mean certain terms? You didn’t have to do something ridiculous like sleep in her room, did you?” The image brought a giggle to her lips.

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