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( He hugs her that tidbit tighter, burying his face in her hair. ) You don't gotta do that. ( He muffles after a beat, nuzzling his nose into her before pulling away. ) Putting a pause on your life, that's... You don't have to do that. It's okay.

1mo

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒,

My favorite patient. (She relaxed, sinking into him. She let things stay quiet for a bit, just missing him.) I'm gonna let Bruce know I'm unavailable for assignment for a bit. I really miss you. And I want to be here for you.

1mo

𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒆!

Yeah... ( The damage was mostly hidden by the boot his leg was held up by, but scars of lightning had begun to slowly travel up his thigh in the later days, something he should really be looking more into. Wally makes no show about it bothering him. ) I'll be looking forward to my treatment, Doc.

1mo

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒,

Still? (She pouted, taking a proper look at the damage. She took a deep breath and kissed where his neck and shoulder met.) It's because I haven't been kissing you better. It'll be fine; I hope you're ready for a strict regimen of kisses until you're back on your feet.

1mo

𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒆!

You didn't fumble anything, babe. I promise. ( He tugs her even closer, tucking her head under his and leaves a kiss on her forehead. ) Leg's still broken, but I'm holding up. Bored, but holding up.

1mo

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒,

Oh, babe. (She plops onto the couch, wrapping herself up in him.) It means I got caught up in work and fumbled my girlfriend duties. I hope you've held up okay without me...

1mo

𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒆!

I don't know what dropped the ball means. I want cuddles. Please

1mo

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒,

I can't help but feel like I dropped the ball vanishing for a stupid amount of time here...

1mo

𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒆!

I caught up on all my shows, watched all my movies, read my books three times each... I'm bored.