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September 14, 2012
She gave him a blank look. He returned it with a small, worried smile.

'It happens sometimes. So when it does, instead of fixating upon it and getting dangerously depressed, I make tea.'

She ran a hand through her hair and gave him a sad look.

'Would you like some?'

'No...no. I'm fine. Thank you, though.'

'That's ok.'

He continued making the tea whilst she stood in the doorway, wondering whether she should say anything.

'You don't have to say anything. You can just go back to bed if you like. Honestly. I'll be fine.'

Nodding, she went back.