But that must mean he remembers everything... so from where she sits on the bed, refusing to look over at him for more than just the peek spared his way to see him sitting up on the floor, she mutters under her breath.]
It wasn't your fault.
[Though how much he does remember still remains unanswered, but she's not going to ask again.]
I'd rather you come to me for these things... than anyone else.
[Especially when he lets other women touch his ears willy nilly like that!? Ahem.]
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But that must mean he remembers everything... so from where she sits on the bed, refusing to look over at him for more than just the peek spared his way to see him sitting up on the floor, she mutters under her breath.]
It wasn't your fault.
[Though how much he does remember still remains unanswered, but she's not going to ask again.]
I'd rather you come to me for these things... than anyone else.
[Especially when he lets other women touch his ears willy nilly like that!? Ahem.]