“Your presence is...” she trailed off for a moment, searching for words. “Enough.” After everything they’d spoken of, it was unnecessary for her to tell him that his presence was warm and familiar and... a little bit like home. It would only make things more complicated. “No, I...” She sighed. “Sometimes doing something is the only thing that will help; I didn’t think to wake you and see if you would like to accompany me to the lake. I’m sorry.”
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