[The long moments of quiet don't make any words come easier to Taylor. Even staying silent a second longer after he speaks again. It's a reassurance he didn't need to give, could have just left her with her thoughts, her worries. She wants to say thank you again, but it doesn't seen sufficient for everything he's done, everything he's still doing - staying around her, cooking for her.
She turns from the counter where she's been slicing the bread to watch him, his back as he moves at the stove, finally just reaches out to rest her hand on his upper arm, squeezes slightly.]
Eat with me.
[It's already half agreed on: she'd argued him down to it. But there's more in it as a request, asking for his company, asking if he wants to spend the time with her.]
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She turns from the counter where she's been slicing the bread to watch him, his back as he moves at the stove, finally just reaches out to rest her hand on his upper arm, squeezes slightly.]
Eat with me.
[It's already half agreed on: she'd argued him down to it. But there's more in it as a request, asking for his company, asking if he wants to spend the time with her.]