There honestly wasn't much for George to adjust to these days; it'd only taken a month for him to get used to everything, crazy magic and all, and he had something of a routine down by now. He didn't have rounds, but he still headed to the compound at the same time every morning for breakfast, barring hangovers, ill-advised (but great) one night
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I don't even notice I'm about to walk into George until I do it. I was only distracted for a fraction of a second, but it was apparently enough. It's instinct that makes me grab for the shoulder in front of me to keep me steady. I look up to see who it is I just bumped into. I only realize after I end up staring at him for a long moment that I'm doing it.
"N-no," I reply, my cheeks reddening quickly. I still can't believe someone so good looking talks to me on a regular basis. Here I am, always embarrassing myself in front of him, too. "No, it's okay. Hi. Um, I mean, good morning."
I still haven't let go of his shoulder.
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"I mean...you don't have to apologize for anything, Cyd. Not to me."
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