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I do not know why I'm on such a tangent lately except it's fun.

Ruining Pepperoni

The Most Cringiest Conversation Ever

He's grinning at her, at something on her face, some expression, is making him grin that crooked grin at her.

And she's grinning back, blushing to death and grinning but also-

"It's not as big as I thought it was."

I mean, it's plenty big and all but-

And his face blanches, mouth falls open-

"No, I just meant it doesn't seem that big-"

Eyebrows going way high and away from those shocked eyes.

"I mean, when we were . . . the other night . . . well, it . . ."

And she finally forms a cohesive sentence.

"The other night, I was just so full, like there was so much and . . ."

Well, mostly.

". . . and that doesn't seem like . . . it was . . . that big . . ."

And her crumbling composure completely crumbles.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean . . . I just . . ."

And she's blushing and stammering and Dom's just staring and -

"It just felt so big, like a steel bar in me and that doesn't look as big as it felt, I mean, I don't think it could ever realistically look as big as it felt and I just . . ."

"Fran, . . ."

He's gonna say breathe, I just know it-

". . . breathe."

Yeah, yeah, you breathe-

And she stops.

And does.

And Dom, smile on his face, laughter coloring his voice.

Amusement.

Understanding.

Love.

Shaking his head.

Dom, accepting Fran.

"It's okay, Fran. Of course it felt bigger than what it looks like now."

Face still gentle, what kind of freaking saint is he-

"You said you'd never done it before, I would imagine it's gonna feel like that."

And he's shrugging and his ears are so red-

"Plus, it doesn't stay like this, you know. It gets bigger."

And she nods, she-

"-know, I know. I'm not totally stupid-"

And he looks frustrated, he does look frustrated for a second with her.

"Fran, I didn't call you stupid."

Naked and frustrated, but not like that kind of naked and frustrated.

"I don't think you're stupid. Not at all."

And then he seems to wipe the frustration away.

Shrugs.

"You're just you. And I love you. Okay?"

Smiles.

And she smiles.

And . . .

"Okay. I love you too."

. . . says it she takes a deep breath.

Recenters herself.

What was my point in doing all this?

Oh, right.

To look at his point.

Pepperoni.

Ahem.

And she looks at it, really looks at it.

It is vaguely pepperoni-shaped.

That, and his meatballs behind it, but she's only focusing on the first thing, she's taking this one step at a time.

So, first, pepperoni.

She knows that's not really what it's called but-

I'm comfortable with what I'm comfortable with.

For now.

And that's okay.

What I want.

That's what Dom said.

And it seems, his pepperoni is not . . . quite . . . like it was before . . .

Mmm, I wonder . . .

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