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Freddie laughed lightly. "Even if it does, I still appreciate the night out. I had fun." And she hadn't really since the wedding. Even if she hadn't fallen apart until after the reception, it hadn't exactly been fun for her. And sometimes her friends would hang out and distract her, but there was always just this deep chasm of sadness right near the edge of her thoughts. Like if she stopped for too long, she'd spiral and break down again. But last night, while it had threatened to take her once, the chasm seemed further away for the most part. It was back, it probably wouldn't leave for awhile. Maybe not ever. She couldn't imagine not feeling this when she felt about Thom. The Molotov cocktail of grief and sadness and betrayal and love and hatred and longing and desperation inside of her that she felt like she'd burst. "I hope you liked Castle in the Sky, by the way." She said, focusing on the coffee.

Smiling almost to himself, Sawyer flicked on one of the burners and set the skillet on the flame before getting a bottle of olive oil. Pouring a small amount onto the skillet, he nodded at Freddie's implied question. "I did. I think I've really let myself miss out on Studio Ghibli movies after Grave of the Fireflies traumatized me." They'd started watching Kiki's Delivery Service and he wanted to ask if Freddie wanted to watch it over breakfast, but didn't. It felt like it'd be too much and he didn't want to overwhelm her. "How do you like your eggs? Scrambled? Fried? A secret third option?"

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"Bacon might be good too, if you wanted some, but don't do it on my account." She nodded. "I can definitely make coffee." Once she found where he kept his coffee filters and the coffee beans, she got to work putting them and the water in the machine to get the coffee going. "Um. Thanks again. I had a lot of fun last night." Minus the part where she cried her eyes out about Thom, but she wasn't going to think of that.

"I could stand to eat some bacon." He hadn't considered bacon, using it as more of a hang over food, but wasn't going to say anything lest Freddie think he was making some because she'd mentioned it. He was, but he didn't want to know that. Pulling a carton of eggs and a packet of bacon, Sawyer headed back for the cooking island. "No problem. Just don't thank me so quickly. For all you know that milkshake gave you diabetes and a seven cavities."

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"Ooh, maybe some eggs?" Her stomach growled at the thought. "Maybe some toast, too. It doesn't have to be avocado though." Freddie was doing her best to distract herself from the sadness that chased every emotion. Luckily, Sawyer made it easy. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She didn't want to be a burden to him. More than she already had been.

"I can do eggs and toast," Sawyer grinned, pulling a skillet from one of the cupboards before heading for the fridge. It should've bothered him, how easy it felt being around Freddie when she'd been Thom's... and then after what Thom had done and his keeping his brother's secret... it ate at him. And Sawyer was sure if he got some distance from her the guilt wouldn't be so bad. He didn't want to though so he'd let the guilt eat at him because time with Freddie was worth it. "You can make coffee? Coffee feels like an essential part of breakfast."

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Freddie wasn't sure she believed him, but she didn't exactly want to make things worse by arguing with him, either. So, she kept her thoughts to herself and just felt bad that she'd made him fall out of his bed from a truly ridiculous chain of events. God, she was pathetic. She was weak and pathetic and so goddamn stupid. Maybe Thom had made the right choice by cheating on her. He had always told her she was so young and immature, anyway. All of the little things that added up to who she was added up to not enough for him and she was having a really hard time remembering why he was wrong about that assessment. And then Sawyer was asking about breakfast and it broke her out of her thought spiral, and she was both relieved and ashamed for having it in the first place, but she couldn't let the shame swallow her. She she took a breath and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I think breakfast sounds really good, actually."

Smiling, Sawyer got up off the floor and headed out of his bedroom and into the kitchen area. "So what are you feeling?" he called behind him, still kicking himself for falling asleep in bed with Freddie. He shouldn't have gotten in the bed with her in the first place, but… she'd been so sad that he couldn't just act like it wasn't a big deal to him. "I can do eggs or maybe breakfast sandwiches… maybe even avocado toast… if I have avocados."

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She felt bad when she saw him hit the floor. "No, no, no. It's okay. I'm the one that asked you to hold me last night. I don't blame you for falling asleep." She glanced over at him. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to make you fall out of bed." She asked. God, Freddie couldn't get anything right lately. She shouldn't have slept over. And at the very least, she shouldn't have made Sawyer hold her. God, she was pathetic. "I'm sorry." She said, not knowing what else to say but feeling it nonetheless.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sawyer said, laying on the floor for a few moments longer before sitting up. "Don't worry about it. The bed's actually a lot closer to the ground than it looks." He was definitely going to be sore from his fall, but he didn't want Freddie to know that. And thankfully the fall had taken care of his morning boner. "So… you want some breakfast?"

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Freddie had started to drift back to sleep when she felt Sawyer hold her closer, and felt something press against her. It took her a moment to realize, and when she did, she felt a blush rush to her cheeks. It happened with Thom occasionally, but not often. She felt embarrassed for Sawyer, she knew it wasn't voluntary. She knew she should wake him up. Shouldn't she? What is the proper etiquette for this - especially since they weren't dating? Freddie decided honesty was was the best policy. She looked up at him and said softly, somewhat awkwardly, "Um, Sawyer…?"

"Mmm?" Sawyer murmured to the voice saying his name. It sounded warm, familiar. It made him not want to let go. Slowly he woke up, realizing that he was in his bed… he was holding Freddie… and he definitely had a boner pressed up against her. "Shit!" Letting go of her, he moved away quickly, slipping onto the floor with a thud. "Uh… sorry about that. That wasn't… I don't normally do that. I meant to get out of bed after you fell asleep and then… I guess I fell asleep."

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Freddie was never someone to wake up fast if an alarm wasn't set. It was like she came to herself in parts. She'd become aware of the brightness from the sunlight filtering in, the warmth of her blankets, and she'd be pulled from whatever dream she was having and wake up. It happened now, too. The feeling of being warm in bed, of feeling safe in someone's arms. For one fleeting moment before she was fully awake, she thought it was Thom, and she was safe and warm in their bed with his arms around her. It was that thought that woke her up. She and Thom were over. And even if they weren't, he wasn't a cuddler. This wouldn't be him.

She looked over and saw Sawyer, and the previous night came rushing back to her. He was still sleeping, and she felt bad that probably hadn't been able to get out with her so tangled around him. She felt embarrassed, but she couldn't deny the night had been nice. Talking to him, getting to know him, watching Ghibli with him. It was a great experience. One she wasn't sure she wanted to be over yet. But she didn't want to overstay her welcome. Still, another minute or two while she fully woke up wouldn't be too bad, right?

Sawyer felt warm… like he was safe in a bundle of quiet… which made no sense, but he was still in the place between awake and asleep where it did. He was holding someone… he couldn't remember who, but they were soft and warm and Sawyer didn't want to let go. Shifting his body slightly, he held the figure closer to him as his body reacted accordingly, wanting to stay in the space where he was in reality, half still in dream.

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"That was a good Sawyer, story." Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she was dimly aware that wasn't right, but she couldn't work out how. She was so relaxed and comfortable as she finally, finally, drifted off to sleep.

"Thanks," Sawyer smiled. He felt the moment when Freddie fell asleep, her body lax against his. In a moment he would get out of bed and let her sleep, he just needed to make sure she was completely asleep, that his movements wouldn't wake her. That was what Sawyer was still telling himself when, twenty minutes late, sleep overtook him.

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"Ah, self love. The most powerful kind of love. Yes." She nodded. Or she thought she did. Freddie wasn't really sure she was still making sense. She was tired and Sawyer's voice was calm and soothing.

"Yeah. And everyone in the kingdom was so happy to see her they threw a celebration that went on for a week." He could feel her falling asleep, her body relaxing against his. "And she lived happily...ever... after.'

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"Mmm. A very smart question from a very smart frog princess." Freddie said. She was sleepy, her words slurring together, but she was invested now. She needed to make sure the princess was okay.

"The smartest frog princess," Sawyer agreed. "And the sorcerer floundered for words, grasping for an answer, but came up pathetically short, splutter that she dare to question him. The princess fixed him with such a withering look that were she in her human form would've stopped the sorcerer's heart beating in his chest. 'You turn me into a frog and then you dare to mock me, to belittle me, and think I would deign to marry you. You're not worthy to touch one of my wedded toes for I am wonderful and kind and brilliant. And, enchanted or not, I would rather be a frog, in a pond, than your wife.' As soon as the words left her lips the curse was lifted, the princess was returned to her true form. And the sorcerer, in shock, fell into the garden fountain and, because of his evilness, melted away. And the princess returned home to her kingdom to much rejoicing."

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Freddie listened, and she felt her heart empathize with the frog. Her mom always told her she had a heart too big for its own good, and it was in full swing here, empathizing with this made up creation of Sawyer's. She didn't say anything, but she nodded slightly to let Sawyer know she was still listening.

"The frog wept and wept. And the sorcerer, in his cruelty, mocked her, yet told her in the same breath that he would happily marry her even if she remained a frog. For nearly a year the sorcerer told her this when one day the frog looked upon the sorcerer and said 'I will marry you, but only if you answer one question: if I am so horrid to look upon, why do you say that you would marry me, happily no less?'" His pillow would smell like Freddie's hair and he hadn't considered it until just then.

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Freddie smiled a little, her eyes still closed as she was clearly tired, but still enough to smile. to show she was enjoying and still following along. "Oh, of course."

"And the fairy said 'I am sorry to hear that. I cannot free you from this curse, but if you'll allow me I can change it'. So the curse became that the princess would be herself once more, but only when someone loved her." He was scrambling for a happy ending, but wouldn't stop the story since it seemed to be amusing Freddie, at the very least. "The princess, having thanked the fairy, remained distraught because who could possibly love a frog?"

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Freddie leaned into his touch, the feeling of his fingers in her hair. She thought she nodded. She was getting sleepier, but wanted to hear more of the story.

"One night, while the princess was weeping by the garden fountain a fairy came upon her. 'Why are you crying?' the fairy asked. 'Because a sorcerer has turned me into a frog and cursed me to remain one until I agree to marry him.'" Sawyer drew small circles on Freddie's back as he spoke, "There's a curse. I forgot to mention that. There's a curse. A sorcerer always curses a beautiful woman."

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Freddie nodded. "A good start. I'm already intrigued." The words were coming out sleepily, but genuine. She liked hearing Sawyer's voice. And it was an interesting place to start a story.

"And the sorcerer was handsome so no one would believe he was evil so no one believed the princess when she tried to tell them about what'd happened to her," Sawyer said, stroking Freddie's hair as he spoke.

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"I don't know. I'm a sucker for a happy ending." She said, sleep still threatening to take her out. "I could use one of those right now, if I'm honest."

"Happy ending it is," Sawyer nodded, desperately searching his mind for a story to tell her. "Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who'd been turned into a frog by an evil sorcerer because she refused to marry him."

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"I'm not," Freddie said half heartedly, though she could feel the sleepiness in her bones, could hear it in her voice. "I like talking to you. I like your voice. It's soothing." She closed her eyes. "So yeah, a bedtime story might work, actually. And then you'll be free of me and the ridiculous task I'm having you do." She said it with humor, but she still felt guilty.

"Yeah, this is really such a burden," Sawyer rolled his eyes. He wanted to kiss her hair again, but didn't. It'd be too much. "What kind of story would you like?"

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Freddie laughed. "I'm glad I got to witness it. I don't know I've ever believed a sandwich could be that mediocre until that moment. It was truly something to witness." She turned her head into his chest, fighting a yawn.

"I kind of wish I'd filmed it just to have a record of my face as the 'meh' of it all washed over me." Sawyer kept his mind on the mediocrity of that sandwich to keep himself focused. To keep his mind from drifting to thoughts like that he could technically pull Freddie closer to him. Because if he did then he might do just that and then he'd be completely lost. "If you keep fighting sleep I'm going to be forced to tell you a bedtime story or something."