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"Yeah, c'mon." She orders lightly, leading him out to the Explorer. "Not saying you're freaking out or anything, but you'll be okay in here." Emery reassured, starting the car before peeling out. |
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Noah got into the car. "Its okay, I can ride in the car now. Just not drive yet," |
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"Well that's good, made some needed improvement." She mused, driving to the pharmacy. |
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Noah nodded. After a while, he spoke up again. "Em? I'm sorry. For what I did and how I behaved," |
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"That's all you need to say, I forgive you. Just, let me help you next time-if there is a next time-'kay?" She asks, parking. |
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Noah nodded, "Of course," |
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"Alright, now go get your meds so we can get out of here." She said lightly, turning her phone on silent as it started blowing up. |
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Noah nodded, running into the CVS and picking up his prescription anti-depression meds before running back out and getting back into the car. |
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Emery drove in silence for a moment, deciding whether to ask the question of; "Are we ever going to get back to how we were?" |
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Noah just sat there in silence. |
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