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Dean (donttouchthecar) wrote in utr_logs,

"Then fine," he told her and took another sip of his coffee before finally putting the mug down and walking over so he could look in the fridge. There wasn't a lot in there. Actually, there was nothing. He was living on takeout and whatever they had at the bar. Least at Bobby's he got some type of meal. Shutting the door, his eyes ran over the height of her body and he watched her foot as it tapped against the floor.

"Yes," he said and walked up beside her. "I do mind. You wanna go hide, get back in your tub," he said a little rudely and wanted to take it back. With a sigh, he moved across from her, where he was before.

"You're goin' to be okay, Em. I mean, come on, you're ... doin' good and it was only five minutes until you brought up windows and tape. Let's see if we can go for ten."