[Some things don't change, not even after six whole months.]
[Her sense of humor, apparently, was one of them. Luckily for him.]
[Finally letting go, she turned to the door, yanking the mittens she'd been wearing off so that she could dig her keys out of her pocket.]
Good.
Wouldn't want to've gone soft or anything...
[After bullying the lock into clicking, she let the door drift open, keys still in the keyhole as she bent down to gather up the fallen groceries. Her words had a bit of a blustering quality to them-- she wasn't sure WHAT to say so when all else failed, reverting to the matter-of-fact seemed safe, and hunching over to yank cans off the ground was a fair way to hide just how much his words meant.]
[She could save the emotional outbursts for when they weren't standing in a public hallway...]
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[Her sense of humor, apparently, was one of them. Luckily for him.]
[Finally letting go, she turned to the door, yanking the mittens she'd been wearing off so that she could dig her keys out of her pocket.]
Good.
Wouldn't want to've gone soft or anything...
[After bullying the lock into clicking, she let the door drift open, keys still in the keyhole as she bent down to gather up the fallen groceries. Her words had a bit of a blustering quality to them-- she wasn't sure WHAT to say so when all else failed, reverting to the matter-of-fact seemed safe, and hunching over to yank cans off the ground was a fair way to hide just how much his words meant.]
[She could save the emotional outbursts for when they weren't standing in a public hallway...]