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After their meal, Colt suggested they hang out on his front porch. There was only the one bench, a small lopsided thing, but it was nice outside and there was really nothing else to do.
After making sure that Missy was doing well, Rose joined him on the bench, even though it meant squeezing in to fit.
“This is cozy,” she joked, scrunching in beside him.
He smiled and put his arm around her, which gave them just enough space to sit comfortably.
“It’s good enough for me,” he said.
Rose leaned her head on his shoulder after a few seconds. He hugged her close, appreciating that he’d managed to make it over her walls, if only this far.
“Do you mind if I ask you something personal?” she said.
He looked down at the top of her head. “Sure.”
“Can you tell me a little about your leg? How
