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"Alright, well, i'm headin' out. I'll be back in a few hours." |
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Marco eventually came back a few hours later, just a smidge shaken up as he walked into the house. |
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"Hey, you good?" She asked. |
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Marco perked up when he heard her voice, automatically straightning up. "Yeah was just, kinda triggered a few things but, other then that i'm fine." He informed, voice laced with something, although he wasn't quite sure what it was. It was something, a lace involving a lie or, untruthful words. Which he was speaking, right now. |
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"Marco. I'm your friend, am I not?" She asked. "I won't push you to tell me anything, but if you want to, you know where I'm at. Lunch is on the stove, and in the oven. Double baked potatoes, broccoli and cheese, pasta salad, and ribeye steak." |
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"Yeah, guess so. Kinda wish we were-" He cut off, gaze flicking to the ground for a moment. "Nevermind," The man muttered, listening to the rest. He nodded along, keeping his gaze on the ground to ignore the fact he'd almost spilled that he wished they were dating, face a light shade of red. Marco nodded at the mention of lunch, keeping his gaze down as he headed upstairs to his room and kept the door half closed. He went in and sat on the edge of the bed, looking outside the window into the noon of the day. Marco had almost slipped up, really hard. |
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She raised an eyebrow at his slip up, but said nothing. |
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Marco came down a little while later, back to normal now. |
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"You good?" Liliana asked. |
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Steady Rain all Day
