"Laws of physics have been disconfirmed before." She sighs. "All right, apparently I was misreading when I heard something along the lines of 'affectionate contempt'."
The next day comes and goes, with Oreo cheesecake. A day later he wants to bring her pie again, and manages it somehow despite his left arm still being mostly nonfunctional.
He doesn't seem noticeably afraid of her, but then, he never has.
She collects oven mitts and takes the cobbler. "It's fine. When you were still in the hospital you guessed it'd take you a week of being back in school, or so, to stop finding me scary."
"Okay. That's easy," she shrugs. "Dinner is macaroni and sausage and cheese. And green beans instead of salad. Mom was in a cooking mood." (The oven is on; there are dishes in it.)
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He doesn't seem noticeably afraid of her, but then, he never has.
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He laughs. "Sorry."
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