Sunday Afternoon

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe had once again decided that hiding in her room was a good idea for now. She spent a great deal of time pretending to be studying one of the texts for Aziraphale's class. Her hair draped over the book and her pretending to have her face buried quite seriously in her work made for the ease of avoidance.

She planned to make phone calls to everyone else who had been involved in the park event last night a little later to see if everyone was alright --- and if River was okay.

However, first, she needed to break the news to Cole about what had happened... and wondered if it was too early in the year to hide behind a mask..?

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[sensethevisions]

"Sweetheart, I don't need to go to the clinic," she said. "I was punched in the face and in the stomach. I wasn't seriously injured."

[demonbelthazor]

"I just want to be sure," he said, guiding her toward the bedroom.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe walked with him into the bedroom. "You worry roo much," she said with a smile.

[demonbelthazor]

"And you don't?" he countered.

[sensethevisions]

"I didn't say that," she grinned. "I'm very over-protective of you."

[demonbelthazor]

He drew her down on the bed. "Then protect me over here," he said.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nodded. "I can do that," she murmured, getting comfortable on the bed.

[demonbelthazor]

He snuggled up next to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her. "Love you," he said.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled and lay her head on his chest. "I love you, too."