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Emily headed downstairs a bit later, seeing Caden and grabbing a blanket. He was standing, but she draped it over his shoulders anyways if he might feel cold |
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He awoke a few hours later, confused as to how he got there and defanitely hungover. "What the..." Caden muttered, seeing the bottle and putting two and two together. "Damnit," The man walked over to a cabinet, grabbing some ibuprofin to stop the blistering headache he had. |
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Emily was working on the car again, leaning in the hood |
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Caden stumbled in, leaning heavily on a c8. "What the fuck happened?" |
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"you had a panic attack, I wasn't helping so I walked away, you went downstairs a bit after, got blackout drunk, I did my job" |
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"Panic attack?" He chuckled, cheeks tinting red at the realization. "Wait, you saw it? Wow, that's embarrasing I did that in front of you." |
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"yep" she said, slightly snapping as she recalled her efforts to help him |
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"Right, right." He murmured, walking out. |
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She rolled her eyes and worked the rest of the day, eventually heading inside for a shower |
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Caden was laying on the bed, scrolling through TikToks and going to say a greeting to her before she walked right past. |
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Sunny
