Just-A-Stick

Mmmhmmm.... that's nice. *pat pat* I'm still taller than you. True

Why do you prefer beer over blood as a beverage?

*triumphant smirk* That's nice, dear. -_^

*Raises finger* Are you not LDS?

"Yes, but they are not your fault."

*pats head* Only on your beverages of choice, dear.

"Blood? No, I prefer a strong beer." ~ @Invisible

*also many hugs* I'm praying.

"I could, but I'm not going to. If I was, then I would also be ashamed of myself, for having the same thoughts. If someone breaks their leg, are you going to be ashamed of them?" She asked.

"Because, I love you, and I care about you. I can't be ashamed of someone who I care about so deeply." She said softly.

"And yet, I'm not."

"I do! It's my favorite!" She smiled.

"But I'm not."

"I should be...?" She left her question hang.

"Thank you." Iris says softly, taking some deep breaths as well.

"No, it's not. You shouldn't be." She whispered.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about." She said softly, cupping his face with her hand and tilting it toward her. @Lightweaver2

"Sorry, never mind." She looked away.

"Tell me..."

"Thinking about what?"

"You seem... distant."

"Are you alright?" She asked softly, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Daniel." She whispered, taking his hand in hers.

She watched him carefully, noting that her head wasn't hurting, and that she could think clearly again. The medicine must have worn off.

Rex slowly became aware of her surroundings. Something felt... different... I didn't dream. She realized. Rex opened her eyes slowly.