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Devon nodded. "It's fine. The two on either side of the sofa are toast though." he remarked.
He grumbled at the stool and whip comment. Especially as his father chuckled. His took a deep breath. "I wouldn't do that kind of fighting with you. That's for male werewolves only. Well... I guess girls can too if they want but..." he shook his head, stopping himself before really digging himself in a hole. "How about I promise to take it outside next time. And I could never even raise a hand against you, so leave any whips alone."

"I took a break when you needed me." he explained, as if it was a no brainer. "I can't go back looking like this. I'd better clean up." Devon looked her over. "Do you need anything?"

Devon raised an eyebrow. "You didn't realize it?" he said amazed. She sent that strongly to him unconscious? Impressive. "You called me. All you're panic and fear hit me like brick wall. You explained things rather well. I couldn't ignore you. Not that I would have."
He place a hand on the side of her face. Her skin was soft and smooth compared to his rough hand. He kissed her lightly. "I'll get you that hot chocolate." he told her as he stood. "Stay there, and keep warm."

Devon ran a hand threw his hair to help straighten it as he walked down stairs. It was usually a but messy so it wasn't something he was concerned about. Just a change of clothes.
It a few moments he had the coco hot and ready.
"Thai's here!" Kaleb called.
"Great, I'm starved."
"Same." his father replied, handing him his portion. "Enjoy. And make sure to pay your share."
Of course. Devon chuckled and handed over the money. "Enjoy your TV dad." Kaleb waved as he pocketed the money and parked himself on the couch. "YOur girlfriend right about work. You'd better eat fast."
"Yeah, yeah."
Devon returned to Lark's bedroom with coco and his lunch. "Here you go. Don't burn your tongue."

Devon growled, taking a bit himself. "Could have asked." he grumbled past his mouthful. "I won't bite your hand off." He opened the box a little wider and set it between them, already putting another bit in his mouth.

"And good thing you're not sharing my Dad's." he pointed hot. "He like his almost as spicy as possible. I swear, it'll kill your taste buds... and your esophagus." Between the both of them the food was soon gone. Really he was glad to see that Lark had an appetite.
"If you want, I can take you to the place this came from when you get better. The service is alright, but as you tasted for yourself, the food is excellent."

Devon chuckled. "Sure. But unfortunately you'll have to wait till you're immune system is up to solo outings." he said, firmly with slight amusement. "I'm not having you constantly having fevers."
They finished the food and he leaned to kiss her gently. "I've got to go back to work. I'll see you this evening. So rest up, and ask my Dad if you need something. He's not as horrible as you think." He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

Devon hugged her back. He nearly had to pry her loss so he could leave. "Rest. I promise. I WILL be back." he said. "I love you." Was his farewell as he left once more for work. Maybe when she was better she could come with him for a change.