[Because she really cannot handle many more fifteens. Just... one month without a fifteen, please.
Regardless, she speeds up both her shopping and walking, not wasting time to reach him. She's a little surprised that she beats him to the apartment and she leaves the bag of groceries on the counter, folding her hands in front of her as she paces and waits.
When he enters, her eyes are on him immediately, checking for any damages or changes to his person, both physical or mental. Nothing appears to be wrong, but she can tell. She abandons her pacing and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a tight hug that helps her shed some of her own anxiety.]
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On a scale one to ten, how bad is this? Fifteen?
[Because she really cannot handle many more fifteens. Just... one month without a fifteen, please.
Regardless, she speeds up both her shopping and walking, not wasting time to reach him. She's a little surprised that she beats him to the apartment and she leaves the bag of groceries on the counter, folding her hands in front of her as she paces and waits.
When he enters, her eyes are on him immediately, checking for any damages or changes to his person, both physical or mental. Nothing appears to be wrong, but she can tell. She abandons her pacing and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a tight hug that helps her shed some of her own anxiety.]
Tell me what's wrong.