[ It's closer than Sasha usually tends to let him get, and dizzy spell or not Rhys feels his heart pick up just that little bit extra. Before he knows it he's holding his breath and looking down at her, a warmth flushing his neck and chest that only marginally has to do with his fever as he clears his throat and curls his fingers tighter around the edge of the counter top. ]
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I'm uh...I-I'm fine.