“I-.” Avery swallowed thickly, hands gripping onto his cutlery tightly and Fyre just sighed, honestly not sure if he wanted to hear the answer. He’d done everything he could (literally everything) and it hadn’t worked, so that was that. Shoving himself up, Fyre walked back over to the cook top, turning the pan back on. He still had some batter left and Avery looked hungry and oh god, he was doing it again
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