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"I have more reasons to smile now." Though he never saw himself as an overworker. Only a hard worker. A perfectly fine amount of work. "Speaking of which. . . Wanna join me at the mini golf tonight?"

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The tug alone is s bit of a thrill, but as her arms find their way around his waist, Tybolt can do nothing but return her embrace. His hold is gentle, but firm enough to keep her close to his chest. Day? No. His whole week made.

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The touch feels unfamiliar, but not in any strange way. Margaery fits well into his arms, and manages to send a light coat of warmth rushing over him. He lets the embrace linger for as long as she likes. Even as a bit of a non-hugger, he never once tries to pull away.