[Dave's stirring slows, stops. He contemplates the saucepan for a moment, then glances back in her direction.]
How are you so smart. What's your secret, I gotta know.
[He rubs her arm, grateful, and turns his attention back to the stove since necks don't bend that way. What would he even do without her around, he has no idea. She works things out he'd never in a million years even see, understands problems in ways he can't.
Dave walks his hand up the back of hers, weaves his fingers into hers like cloth, rubs her knuckles.]
...Have you read for us, too?
[He remembers how scary-accurate Meridiana's reading was for him, back then.]
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How are you so smart. What's your secret, I gotta know.
[He rubs her arm, grateful, and turns his attention back to the stove since necks don't bend that way. What would he even do without her around, he has no idea. She works things out he'd never in a million years even see, understands problems in ways he can't.
Dave walks his hand up the back of hers, weaves his fingers into hers like cloth, rubs her knuckles.]
...Have you read for us, too?
[He remembers how scary-accurate Meridiana's reading was for him, back then.]