"Hope I didn't cut yer yoga short." His eyes got tight at the mention of yoga, it was far too similar to neuropressure and the mental image was the last thing he needed right now, but his smile never wavered. This was Phoebe and he trusted her. "And I'd love to join you for some wine. But first," He brought the flowers from behind his back. "These are for you.'
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Date: 2012-12-11 01:31 pm (UTC)