It finally hits him that she's right beside him. He blinks for a few moments, trying to remember why she'd be here at all. Oh...this was her safehouse. Right.
"Hey Foxy," he manages weakly. "Just needed some of your supplies, hope you don't mind..." He looks back down, it's getting hard to see straight. What was he even doing again? Stitching, right. He should continue.
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