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“I’m okay with just green te—ACHOO!”
They’d been enjoying a little time to themselves after a long assignment, but the flow of their conversation kept being interrupted by Leone’s sneezing.
“We’ve slept so little; no wonder your defences aren’t great,” Bruno sighed as he filled the kettle. “And you’ve not eaten any fruit lately.”
“Well, obviously not,” Leone scoffed. “All that’s in season is stuff that makes your hands sticky…”
“Scemo!” Bruno smiled. “Why don’t you ask me to slice or peel something for you?”
Leone sulked. “Dunno, I feel a bit… embarrassed?”
Bruno grabbed a tangerine. “Don’t be.”