After dropping Olivia off at her place, Broderick finally drove Leslie back to the old house.
The first thing Leslie did when she got back was wash her hands and get ready to do acupuncture for Matilda.
Maybe it was just her imagination, but Matilda felt like the crookedness in her mouth wasn't as bad anymore.
When Leslie came out after the session, her forehead was dotted with sweat.
Matilda had already fallen asleep, clearly feeling totally relaxed.
Broderick casually handed her a tissue.
Instead of taking it, Leslie leaned in close, flashing a smile that could melt anyone's heart. "Ricky, help me wipe it, pretty please."
Broderick pressed his lips together, then did as she asked.
His movements were a bit clumsy, but surprisingly gentle.
Leslie's eyes lit up.
