"Me? Never," he responded with a chirp---yes, okay, he was in a bloody good mood to see her, messy hair and all. It really wasn't fair, how much she honestly affected his day, and Tomas was a person who really got sucked into his emotions. So, when he was in a bad mood, everyone knew about it, but when it was good? Bouncing off the walls and sickeningly cheerful. And, well, just being this near to Avis after not getting to for all this time (ugh he hadn't slept well in days) was sending him to the moon.
He was a silent, mental sap, it seemed.
Tomas moved a bit closer, pressing his cheek to Avis' forehead; it was the way his mother had always tested their temperatures, and he frowned lightly as she felt ready to burn the skin off of his face. He pulled back and dropped his hand to her thigh, giving it a light, comforting squeeze, "Now, when are you going to stop this ploy to get all the handsome healers's attention and come home to your oh-so-humble auror? Who is just as if not more handsome than any healer in this building."
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