<font color=green>He felt bad, and guilty, the second he saw her face, and frowned a bit, ushering Hugo and Desi off of the couch, patting the spot beside him. "Honey, you're home early... what's wrong?" He finally rose, going to her in the doorway. He may have been disappointed, but that certainly didn't mean he wasn't still concerned. Placing a hand on each shoulder, he took a look into her eyes. "You don't look good, baby.." He reached up to touch her forehead, as if to check her temperature, his lips pursed with concern, like a brooding mother hen over her chick.</font color> -- Kaeten's Apartment

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Date Posted: 12:07:21 04/18/06 Tue
Author: Charlie
Subject: He felt bad, and guilty, the second he saw her face, and frowned a bit, ushering Hugo and Desi off of the couch, patting the spot beside him. "Honey, you're home early... what's wrong?" He finally rose, going to her in the doorway. He may have been disappointed, but that certainly didn't mean he wasn't still concerned. Placing a hand on each shoulder, he took a look into her eyes. "You don't look good, baby.." He reached up to touch her forehead, as if to check her temperature, his lips pursed with concern, like a brooding mother hen over her chick.
In reply to: Charlie 's message, "I don't know how, I don't know why, I don't know where, but your love can make these things better.." on 11:56:16 04/18/06 Tue

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She wasn't herself at all- and she was rather glad of his support as he came to her, feeling a little unsteady on her feet. She felt like she was going to pass out at any minute. She pushed his hand gently away from her face as he pressed it there- she hated her face being touched when she felt ill- she looked cuddles and snuggling but she hated her face being touched. "I don;t feel good... I keep being sick and I think I need to lie down.." She murmered, heading unsteadily for the couch. (NT) -- Alysia, 12:13:46 04/18/06 Tue