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“At least that’s one part of our diet that isn’t horrible.” He says with a fond smile. Larry props his chin on his fist as he stares over at her, taking in every startling feature from her plump, welcoming lips to her long, thick eyelashes. Tearing his eyes away from her, he takes a sip from his drink and nods. “I can taste every ounce of sugar.” He says jestingly. Larry stirs the beverage with his straw, idly letting his mind stray.

“Are you happy?” He asks, staring into his drink before lifting his gaze back to meet hers. “With us. Having me back. Trying to work this out?” Their lives didn’t seem real at this point. They’d been through so much with each other only to be ripped away again and again. He keeps waiting for something terrible to happen between them, but the more time that passes, the less he thinks it will happen.

       “Eh, all in the way you look at it.” She states with a soft chuckle and shifts about absently in her seat. Of course, she definitely understood where he was coming from with that comment, the mere fact that she’d s k i p p e d the first two major meals of the day, made it hard to argue that fact. Not to mention that this was quickly becoming a standard norm where she was concerned. “All that sugar when you haven’t had it in forever, is nice.”

At his question, Ally raises a brow slightly, while taking a brief pause before clearing her throat. “Of course I am,” she states simply enough and smiles brightly over at him as she presses her teeth against her lower lip. “I mean – sure, I went through that phase of instinctively waiting on the metaphorical rug to be y a n k e d out from under us, but that’s gradually subsided.”