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This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[Maybe he thinks its silly, but as soon as he pulls out the bouquet, Kyna's eyes widen in surprise.]

Oh.

[She hesitates for a second before reaching out to touch one gently, her fingertip tracing the edge of a petal. They're perfectly folded and delicate, and Kyna has no idea how long this took him, but she imagines it had to be a while. Her lips quirk up into a smile, and before she knows it she's grinning. God, he's blushing, too. This might be the sweetest thing ever.]

You made these?

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Yeah. It's not like they grow here, and I thought about making a deal for a real gift but you can magic things yourself, so... it seemed cute until I couldn't find the right paper, then I had to ask for help and they didn't come out great but I'd already used enough paint and wire it would've been a waste to give up...

[ Does she actually like them? Seriously? ]

You're not laughing.

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God, why would I laugh? They're amazing.

[She reaches up to cup his face in her hands, standing up on her tiptoes to steal a kiss.]

You're amazing. I love them.

[Did she almost say "I love you" there? She sure did, but she's going to shove that down and pretend it didn't happen.]

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[ Well. Okay. He'll certainly take that, cheering her up was the primary goal. His hands settle on her waist to steady her as he leans down for a kiss, not catching the almost-slip. ]

It's not enough, really. They started as a thank you for dealing with me sick, but you've been really stressed out since then, too.

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You don't have to give me something for that.

[But she still loves that he did, and she reaches for the bouquet carefully. She's not going to argue about the "stressed" thing, because it's pretty true.]

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I wanted to.

[ He lets her claim the bouquet, then uses the hand that was holding it to tuck her hair behind her ear as he glances into the apartment questioningly. ]

Can we talk about the rest of it at least, though?

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[Kyna tilts her head into his fingertips, still peering up at him.]

Oh. Um, sure.

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[ Okay, inside, then. Wash closes the door softly, heading into Kyna's kitchen for a glass for her to put the flowers in. Without water, obviously, that'd be stupid, they just need to be upright so they don't lose their shape. ]

Do you want to start..? I know there's been a lot going on, but not what I can do.

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[Kyna is, apparently, reluctant to give the flowers up, because she hesitates before putting them in the glass.]

Um... I don't know. It's not your fault or anything.

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...are you sure? Ever since the flu you've been a little weird.

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What? Weird how?

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I feel like I've hardly seen you. Like maybe... you need a break?

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[Oh. That's what he means. She shakes her head, reaching for his hands automatically.]

No! I never need a break from you.

[It's kind of ironic that, when she's been spending so much time freaking out about how serious her feelings for him have gotten, he feels like she's pulling away.]

It's just... There's been all this shit going on with Caedra. And Lance. I'm sorry.

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[ That's reassuring, at least, but still doesn't explain why she's seemed withdrawn. ]

I know, but I still want to know what's going on to make sure you don't get hur-- wait, what happened to Lance? He just interrogated me the other day, he was fine.

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Um...

[She sighs, looking down.]

You know Michael's ghost monster thing?

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His what now? No. I definitely don't.

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Oh. Shit.

[Well, whatever. It's not like it's a secret.]

It's this... Thing. I don't know what it is exactly. It's like... Possessing him, sort of, but he doesn't seem to mind it. It wrecked shop with the Null when they invaded.

[She shrugs awkwardly.]

I guess if it feels threatened or whatever it manifests? Michael passes out when that happens.

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And it felt threatened by Lance? No offense to the guy, but I've personally kicked the shit out of Michael and nothing happened.

[ That didn't sound very sensitive, let him try again. ]

I mean. Is he still in danger? This monster doesn't have a grudge or anything, does it?

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[That actually gets Kyna to smile a little bit, and she squeezes his hands.]

You're way scarier. But it was because of the paranoia thing. That flu.

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Oh.

[ And then it clicks. ]

Is that what he used the last of his ammo on? I just assumed it was the demon summoning but he's not really the demon fighting type.

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I think so. It was... it was really bad, you know? There was blood everywhere and he was really freaked out.

[And understandably so.]

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I didn't. He seemed... well, not fine exactly, but not freaked over something like this, either. And he's stocked up now, but magical defenses would probably be more effective. If this is the kind of thing that could happen again.

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Yeah, I know. He's really good at faking it. He doesn't want people to worry about him. I stayed at his place that night and he kept apologizing, like he was... I don't know. Bothering me.

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[ Wash and Lance have something in common after all, then, go figure. He hums softly, not sure how to deal with that. Or this new threat -- yet another that he's useless against. ]

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[Kyna rocks back on her heels, not sure how to take that reaction.]

So, um... That's part of why I've been stressed, I guess.