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Sora folded her blanket up as Leon was in the bathroom.
'He said he's feeling better, but I don't think he should be driving yet.' She bit her lip nervously.
Leon walked out of the bathroom to find Sora sitting on the couch with her hands folded on her lap. When he came closer, she stood up.
"I know you need to go back, but maybe you should rest some more."
"I'll be fine," he murmured. "The nap and food gave me energy."
He bent down to grab his keys from the coffee table. Her hand shot out and rested on his hand.
"Most medicine labels warn people from driving while taking it. It impairs proper reaction reflexes and vision in some cases."
Her hand trembled for a brief moment. Curious, he gazed at her face.
Was he mistaken, or did he see some deep rooted fear in her eyes?
With a sudden realization that he didn't know how her parents died, he found her concern to be touching, even if it was a little overboard.
"…I could call a cab."
She bit her lip. "I don't mean for you to spend money needlessly."
He sighed.
"I can't stay here." His hand turned over to thread their fingers together. With a half grin, he joked, "I know you want to keep me, but I don't think your couch would be comfortable for the whole night."
"Conceited peacock, that's not what I was thinking of."
"I know." His thumb ran over her knuckles.
She squeezed his hand. "I'll drive you home and then just take the bus back."
His head turned towards the window.
"It's still light enough," she answered his unspoken question. "It'll be fine."
She let go of his hand to grab his keys.
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