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“Tom, can I ask you something?” Ingress sat at the kitchen table, coloring a picture while she waited for lunch

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[puckishly]

Puck has been meaning to reverse what he's done, really, ever since his conversation with Andrew.

Recent events have simply intervened.

As it is, he is currently leaning against the stable door, quite casual despite the yellowish bruise on his cheek and marks on his neck. He had considered popping his collar, but found it to be stupid and gave up on the idea.

"Ingress, dearling?"

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She gives him a smile, and even if it isn't quite as sparkly as usual, it's still a pretty cheery one.

"Hi, Puck. Ouch, did you fall down the stairs?"

[puckishly]

Puck smiles back.

"I was in a bit of a scrap, I'm afraid. Well past now. How do you fare, dear heart?"

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"Um. I'm okay."

She looks longingly towards the door to Milliways.