"My fault," Noble replied automatically; it was. He should have known to keep an eye out for her, and he was going to have to get better at it if he was going to spend the whole — ugh — season trying to avoid her. Despite what he'd said, he hadn't moved, and his eyes were drinking her in; the green dress he'd seen a few times before, the dahlia in her hair, the tired smile she offered.

Daffy wasn't doing well, it was obvious. To be fair, he wasn't either.

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