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He laughs. 'It did just get done cooking.'
He laughs. 'It did just get done cooking.'
“Yes, well, I see that now,” she joked. “We shall wait.”
Jack smiles and sighs. "Every time I'm happy the string glows."
“Hmm, I suppose it does. Likely, not a coincidence.” She thought about the times she noticed it glow. It wasn’t very much, but it was only when Jack was happy, apparently. She hadn’t noticed it if she happened to be happy in that moment. She wondered if it meant she wasn’t really happy, and that made her worry.
Jack noticed the string stop glowing. "Or maybe when we're both happy…Are you sad?"
“No. No, I’m fine.” She insisted.
"If you say so…"
“I do say so.” She tested a slice again, picking it up and letting plop on her plate when it started to burn her hand. She wiped her hand on the napkin again.
Jack wished he could hear what she was thinking. But he knew he couldn't.
Eden quietly took a biteof the slice of pizza. It was a little too hot but bareabke enough to force herself not to spit it out. She put the pizza back down and let it sit longer, then took a sip of her drink. She shifted a little in her seat. Her knee touched his under the table, and she didn’t move it.
Jack flinched. he felt like he said something wrong.
“You good?” She asked, feeling guilty.
(They’re just too damn polite and secretive at the same time for their own good)
He nods quietly.
“No, you’re not. What’s up? Be honest.” she suddenly realized that she hadn’t been honest with him, but didn’t know how to address it now, so she waited for him to respond.
"I made you feel weird didn't I?"
“No. I made me feel weird. Don’t feel bad. Also, I lied. I said I wasn’t sad, but I was. Just a little, though, so it’s all good. It’s not something I wanna get into right now.” She told him.
He nods slightly.
She slipped her hand into his. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be all bummed because of me. To be honest with you, I’ve got issues. Baggage. And I feel so much better with you around, but this is not stuff that can be healed in a day, a week, or even a month. I think you probably know about this kind of stuff already, so I won’t preach. But I just want you to know that if I am sad, don’t be sad for me. Okay?”
(Literally typed half of that up and then absent-mindedly refreshed the page and had to do it again)
He sighs and types 'Ok.' and nothing else.
“Okay.” She pulls her hand away, taking another bite of her pizza. It was perfectly cooled by now.
He takes a bite of pizza. 'it's good.'
“Yeah. I like it. I’ve only ever gotten cheese here because I know it’s really good. And I know that’s basic, but it’s just a classic.”
He nods. 'True.'
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