Well, but *surely* that's not all you have to say about *that* . . . I mean, there's more, right? Right? Cuz, like . . . more. And stuff.
He strode the last few feet, and ducked through the doors, gathering Chris against his chest with one arm as he punched the button to close the doors with his other. “Hey, baby,” he murmured. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
That made me sigh out loud, loud enough to wake Magan. So, yes, more, ok? Thanks.
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Date: 2004-03-28 11:16 am (UTC)He strode the last few feet, and ducked through the doors, gathering Chris against his chest with one arm as he punched the button to close the doors with his other. “Hey, baby,” he murmured. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
That made me sigh out loud, loud enough to wake Magan. So, yes, more, ok? Thanks.