You are better. Do you want me to tell you just how sick you were? I know you're not the way you used to be, I know parts of you don't work like they should and I'm never going to understand what that's like for you.
[She brushes her knuckles over the curve of his cheek beneath his visor.]
What's this all about, sweetheart? What's got to you like this?
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[She brushes her knuckles over the curve of his cheek beneath his visor.]
What's this all about, sweetheart? What's got to you like this?