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I took my time, even though I wanted to nod the moment he asked that question. Spending the day with him meant I got to see him more instead of spending my entire day trying not to think of him disappearing.
“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. You're busy and won't —”
“I'm not doing anything,” I said before he could take back the offer. “That's if you don't think it's a bother,” I added, turning my face away from him so I could look out the window.
“It's not.”
“Then it's settled.” I folded my arms and just stared out while he started humming. We stayed that way for a few minutes, me looking out the window and pretending to be focused on the cars zooming past us, and him humming to the tune of a song I didn't recognise.
“What did you do this past week?” I asked, cutting through
