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Post by Lyra Newbury on Dec 14, 2016 0:48:07 GMT -5
Lyra took his arm and rested her head on his shoulder as he led her out of the bar. "Clean?" she finished his sentence for him. "It was real, though. That's something." Lyra smiled into his jacket and then wrapped her arms around his waist.
Messy or clean, Lyra would persevere. She knew what she wanted and knew he wanted her as well. They just had to sort a few things out first.
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Post by Julian Faust on Dec 14, 2016 1:19:16 GMT -5
He smiled at her understanding, and he didn't bother telling her that she deserved better. He knew she had heard him say that often enough.
Instead he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips against her forehead.
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