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Ben got a glass of water and sat down, starting to eat. |
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"Do you want anything else?" Emma asked, eating quickly and taking care of her dishes |
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"Nope," Ben said, finishing off his third and final piece of pizza. "Thanks, Emma. You're the best." He added, sticking the box of leftover pizza in the fridge. |
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"Of course" She said quiely, not making eye contact |
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He paused, realizing maybe he'd done something wrong. She was quiet, and not looking at him, a sure sign that he'd done something wrong. "Uh, sorry. What did I say?" He asked, stepping closer. |
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"N-nothing. I was just thinking." She muttered, taking a fearful step back out of instinct. She took a shaky breath, not looking him in the eyes. |
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Ben reached a hand out to comfort her, then drew back. 'Bad idea. She's already afraid of you. Don't need to make her freak out even more.' He shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to look non-menacing. "Thinking? ...About what?" |
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"Everything. Brock, the ranch, you..." She trailed off, shaking |
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Ben couldn't see her like this and not do something. "Hey, it's okay. Come here." He wrapped her in a hug, comforting her as well as he could. |
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She shook with fear, tears rolling down her cheeks as she melted into him |
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Morning Snow followed by Sunshine
