I sniffle, wiping at my face with one hand while still holding Trouble with the other, and try to pull myself together. It's not working. My voice comes out thick and wobbly when I speak, and I hate how small I sound. "He's okay?"Thorne's expression softens, the amusement fading into something gentler, and he pushes off the door frame, stepping into the bathroom properly. His eyes flick down to Trouble, who has finally stopped wriggling and is now glaring at me with the kind of betrayed that only a cat can muster. "He's okay, Emma too," Thorne confirms, his voice steady and sure. "But please, put him down before he claws your eyes out."I do as I'm told, setting Trouble gently on the floor, and he shakes himself off with an affronted huff before turning his attention to my legs. His rough little tongue starts licking at the water droplets clinging to my skin, and the sensation is so absurdly normal, so perfectly mundane, that I feel another wave of tears threatening to spill over.
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