[Oh. Her hand creeps up to her collarbones uncomfortably, feeling out the shape around her throat. He's watching, so she doesn't curl her fingernails down. She had been rather steadfastly denying her knowledge of the day's curse, but she knows her own miserable little heart when she sees it.]
It does.
[She knows it does. It wasn't really a secret that there was a sick part of her heart still pining.]
It was waiting for me. [There's a second heart on display, tucked into his heartsleeve without fuss. Just a little cufflink, made of slightly tarnished gold and... missing pieces. All but out of sight as he curls his arms around the bowl.] Thought I'd better take care of it.
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It does.
[She knows it does. It wasn't really a secret that there was a sick part of her heart still pining.]
Where did you find it.
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[Well. They know who and what, so she just reaches with her other hand, hesitantly pressing a fingertip to the organ to test its temperature.]
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[Ironic considering that's where she's been without it.]
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[Sort of. Even if she had frequently wished it would just disappear entirely.]
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...yes.
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Okay.
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I liked the candy hearts better.
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[Candy. For one.]