He could hear the sniffling before he even entered the kitchen. He stepped in and moved to Marie, concern painted across his face as he tilted her head up to look at him. The woman's eye was filled with tears and Stein felt his heart twist.
"Marie, what's wrong?" Stein asked gently, wiping a tear from her cheek. She sniffled, confusion painting her face.
"Nothing's wrong, Franken." The deathscythe answered, turning back to what she had been doing.
He grabbed her hand before she could pick the scalpel up and turned her to face him. "Tell me."
"I'm cutting onions!"
A/N: Just something that popped into my head while I was cutting onions for dinner earlier and kept tearing up. A drabble is exactly 100 words in length, which makes the story a true drabble.
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