Adam rubs her back and hushes her quietly. “[color=ffe34c]Why do you think I’m going to leave you?[/color]” he asks, pulling back slightly and searching her eyes. “[color=ffe34c]I’m here for you, Arty, and I don’t plan on changing that anytime soon. I know we’ve both changed, but we’re also the same people on some level. You’re still my fiery gotita, and I still think you’re so wonderful. I just want to figure out what has changed before we jump in with both feet. What happens if you hate something I do?[/color]” He grins. “[color=ffe34c]What if you hate pineapple on your pizza?[/color]” he jokes, then sobers quickly. “[color=ffe34c]I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.[/color]”
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The front door slams open and shut as Max non-verbally announces her return. She carries two large cloth sacks that are bulging slightly.