“Ladywriter, you didn’t forget.”
“Of course I didn’t. Friday is always your day for me.”
“But you haven’t been writing in your blog since–well, since that Incident Which Dares Not Speak Its Name.” His lips tightened into a thin line as he tossed back his dark, lustrous locks.
“I wish you’d let me deal with this creature. Remember, I learnt the poetry of pain from the best teacher in the world.” His features softened. “Mr. Ladywriter and I and all the lads hated to see you cry. It was–most distressing.” He looked away and gave a small sniff.
“I know. Believe me, I would have preferred not to do so. Gives me an awful headache.” She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Sometimes, you just have to have a good cry.” She gave him a rueful half-smile. “I was really looking forward to your experiencing Comic-Con with me.”
He nodded slowly, a wistful look crossing his handsome face. “Would–a hug be entirely out of order, Ladywriter?”
Her mouth curved into a mischievous smile. It made him feel better to see it. “A hug from my favorite gallant knight? Always in order.”
He engulfed her in those strong arms, gently stroking her hair. “Everything will be alright, won’t it, Ladywriter?”
She laid her head against that broad chest. “I have many wonderful, kind friends from all across the world, dear Guy. It may take a bit of time to get back up to speed, but all shall be well.”
“Just remember, I will be here for you, too, along with all the other lads, and Mr. Ladywriter, of course. Your–family.”
“Yes. Family is a very good thing. And they don’t have to be your flesh and blood, either.”
“Or even BE flesh and blood, exactly . . .”