His efforts to cover his bandaged shame were futile at best.  The glove didn’t make it far past his second knuckle and he briefly thought about charming them to be slightly bigger before he again noticed a falter in her smile.  With a frown he watched her keep herself busy with the rest of the concoction she'd whipped up for him.  He couldn’t help but worry it was his fault somehow. 

"You know I was kidding right?  With the ugly flower?  You’re not… you know…" he trailed off.  She really was pretty.  Like objectively beautiful.  And normally he didn’t have trouble saying such things when it came to other girls but it didn’t feel right to just throw such words around this time.  Not with Daffy.  Not when it might actually matter.

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