[There it was. The smile that had eluded her since he showed up, her lips curved into something grateful. She gestured to the bed or the chair she had, wherever he wanted to make himself comfortable, before going to grab the strawberries she hoarded. They were a nice reminder of home... Of the good memories of home, not the ones where she wound up dead and here.
It felt strange to be walking around so casually with him in the room, nothing but her tank top and pajama pants on, her hair a mess. No one ever saw her this unkempt, though it was natural for anyone to look like this after just waking up or being sick. She sat back on her bad, legs curling under her, and offered the bowl of strawberries to him after she'd plucked a few for herself.]
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It felt strange to be walking around so casually with him in the room, nothing but her tank top and pajama pants on, her hair a mess. No one ever saw her this unkempt, though it was natural for anyone to look like this after just waking up or being sick. She sat back on her bad, legs curling under her, and offered the bowl of strawberries to him after she'd plucked a few for herself.]
Here.