Ezra rubbed at his arm with a sullen expression as they left Basement 1 an hour later and Love smirked up at him in amusement, "It's already healed, Ez."
"I know that." He snapped back, frowning, "I just hate them, alright. When I was human, I was sick for a long time, constantly stuck with needles day and night, they give me - unpleasant memories." He shuddered lightly and Love felt an instant wave of regret for laughing at his earlier distress.
"I didn't think about that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you." She apologised, softly.
Ezra grinned down at her, "Ah, I forgive you. But how sorry are you? Do you want to make it up to me?"
Love's eyebrow quirked up delicately, "Oh? And how would I do that?"
As soon as they entered the elevator, Ezra pushed her lightly against the wall and placed his hand beside her head, his bright emerald eyes, sparking with mischief.
