[She is changed when he comes back, one of his t-shirts draped over slim shoulders, a warm robe wrapped overtop and tied at the waist. Curled up on the couch, her arms wrapped about her knees, she is staring off into nothing when his knock draws her back and she calls him in, attempting a wry smile for his benefit.]
I get a knock this time? You really must be worried.
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I get a knock this time? You really must be worried.