[Kaito followed suit, crouching down to the ground to sling his travel bag back over his shoulder while he helped Heather collect the fallen groceries. Every so often his gaze would flick up toward her, just to make sure she was still there, but the disbelief that he had actually found her was already beginning to fade]
Can't imagine you going soft. [He commented as he handed her a jar of peanut butter] You're not really the type.
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Can't imagine you going soft. [He commented as he handed her a jar of peanut butter] You're not really the type.