Even though Claudia had her back to the window, showing only a sliver of her form, he recognized her instantly. She was having breakfast, and Gideon was there, a hair tie in hand, pulling her hair back for her. His gentle voice coaxed her to finish her meal, proudly mentioning that he had made it himself.
Claudia called out Gideon's name with a playful pout, complaining that he was pulling her hair. Gideon apologized repeatedly, his movements becoming more careful. Once her hair was tied up, he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Blushing, Claudia gave him a light shove, reminding him to be careful in case a colleague saw them. Gideon obediently returned to his seat, gazing at her adoringly and promising he would always listen to his 'wife.'
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York gripped the insulated mug in his hand so tightly his knuckles turned white, then turned and fled the scene like a wounded animal. Gideon making breakfast for Claudia, so carefully tying her hair… these were things he had never done for her. She had been by his side for two lifetimes, all that time revolving around him, giving up her dreams for him, cooking for him. The one time she had tested him, asking if he could make her matcha truffles himself, his only reply had been a cold, 'Leave it to the professionals.'
He didn't deserve to appear before her again. He didn't deserve her forgiveness. And he certainly didn't deserve to hear her say his name. York didn’t know how he managed to leave the hospital. He sat in his car for a long time afterward, trying and failing to calm the storm inside him. He called Mark and canceled all his appointments for the day.
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