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"Will, how's your bandage?" He moved up into a sitting position. She had let him stay in her bed, she had been sleeping on the couch for a couple days now.

"Its the same as when you asked me 30 minutes ago, Em." He smiled at her, she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well, I just want to make sure you're okay, that's all." She smiled back.

"I'm fine." He took her hand. "Thanks."

"You sure?" She scooted closer.

"Why do you care so much?" He smiled, moving a little so she could move closer.

"Because I love you. And I care about you." She slowly caressed his cheek.

"Thanks, Em. For, you know, this." He placed his hand on hers.

"You sure you don't need anything? It won't be any trouble." She got up. He didn't want her to feel that she had to do everything for her.

"Em, you lent me your house, your bed and your amazing hospitality. My legs are fine. This conversation should be reversed. Do you need anything." He tried to get up but she pushed him

back down. Her hands still planted on his chest.

"You are my guest, remember? Will, I don't care if your legs do work, I want you to stay there." He stood, she tried to push him back again, but he was stronger.

"My legs are fine, Em." He was holding both her wrists, he had pulled her close to him. She was kind of embarrassed that her heart was beating so fast. Could he hear it. She was sure he

could feel it. She couldn't take her eyes away from his, and same with him.

"Now, maybe since I have you like this, you will actually listen to what I actually need. I need you to sit down and relax." He turned them around so that her back was facing the bed.

"Will, I'm fine, you're the one who needs to relax." He gave her that look.

"Fine." She took a deep breath and obeyed his only request. He let go of her wrists and kneeled down so he could talk to her. When he managed to get down on his knees and placed his

hands on her knees.

"Was that so hard?" He smiled. She laughed.

"Yes, Will. It was." She took his hands.

"Well, then I guess that sucks." They both laughed. She tried to stand, but he wouldn't let her.

"Seriously Em, will you just relax... For me?" He stood up with her hands in his. She sighed.

"Will I-"

"Please?" Without another word she scooted back and crossed her arms. But the one thing she couldn't do was contain that smile on her face.

"Alright, I'm gonna go get a drink, and when I come back I had better see you relaxing or.." He looked up, searching for an answer.

"Or what?" She giggled.

"Oh, you know." They both laughed. He walked into her kitchen. As he already knew, everything was in perfect order. Not that that bothered him. He always thought that her fear of germs

and OCD was adorable. He knew that she was standing in the doorway watching him. Without turning he spoke.

"What happened to relaxing?" He turned to look at her.

"I don't know." She smiled.

"Well, I decided that I'm not that thirsty. You wanna go watch some TV?" He walked closer to her.

"I would like that." She smiled.

"What did you have in mind?" He sat down, she followed.

"What ever you want." She snuggled close to him. He wrapped his arm around her.

"You know, this is nice." He smiled, rubbing her arm.

"What?" She looked up at him, resting her hand on his chest. The thin, cotton shirt bunched in her grasp.

"This. You and me. Together. I missed this." He brushed her hair.

"I missed it to. I missed you." She rested her head on his chest, wrapped in his embrace.

"No matter how much I try, I don't think I could ever thank you enough for all that you've done."

"Will, really. It's nothing. I know that you would have done the same for me."