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“That’s good. Hopefully it heals up quickly. I’m running out of ideas for dinner.” He says with a laugh as he drops down so he’s lying flat. Larry rubs his eyes behind his glasses and straightens them after a moment. “I’m sure the pizza place is underestimating. They always do.” Larry links his fingers behind his head and smiles up at his wife. “I hope she doesn’t take too long. You need food. Didn’t really have breakfast this morning, did you?”

Larry tries to take his mind off his lust for his wife by instead focusing on his concern for her. Neither of them were very good at taking care of themselves properly, so his worry is justified. Larry reaches up and runs his hand along her back gently and soothingly. “That prick prevented you from getting home for lunch. I was gonna make sandwiches. Not that exciting.. But they were gonna be P B and J. The best of all the sandwiches.” He says nonsensically.

       “I think you’ve been doing just fine, handsome –” She states with a soft chuckle, before good hand down onto the mattress underneath her. “You’re right – last time they told me thirty minutes, pizza didn’t get here for an hour after that i n i t i a l point.” Of course, after years of ordering from the same place, it didn’t come as too much of a shock – actually, when the food was delivered exactly when they predicted, that was the most shocking.

At his statements of her lack of food throughout the day, the blonde p a u s e s, and clears her throat as she looks over at him sheepishly. “If by having breakfast – you mean four cups of coffee? Sure… I’m bad at this.” She responds, while staring down at him and laughs softly when she feels his soothing ministrations along her back. “Yep, said p r i c k would have kept me longer, if he hadn’t of ran out of steam… and I’m now sufficiently bummed that I missed out on the PB and J sandwiches.”