THEM.

“What can’t I do both?” She asked, trying not to glare at him. As it was him, who healed her. Discreetly, and in the shadows.

“You can.” He said, scoffing. “But you can’t do it at the same time.”

“Who said?” Sneering, she opened a chocolate bar. Suddenly noticing all the pet hair on her ripped jeans.

“Them.”