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Finally stitched up, Sabrina had offered her help to cleaning Lockwood's wound on his head, laughing as she called him an idiot for fighting the unknown man without a rapier

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Finally stitched up, Sabrina had offered her help to cleaning Lockwood's wound on his head, laughing as she called him an idiot for fighting the unknown man without a rapier. He could only watch her with an expression of adoration shimmering in his eyes, looking at her as if she was the brightest star. A giant weight had been taken off his chest after their conversation, they had finally communicated what had been troubling them for years and shockingly it had not made him want to claw his eyes out.

Once they had both sorted themselves out, Sabrina had welcomed him to use her shower as she searched for some old clothes she had that would fit him. There was some men's joggers that she had bought as pyjamas and an old band shirt, that had been washed so much the text had begun to fade. Majority of the clothes she wore to bed were oversized so she did not need to worry about them fitting the boy, as well as the fact they were not far from one another height wise.

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