Vicky was on her bed, flopped while she was reading The Good Witch. Barry stood by the door, his face grave with his arms crossed. He was making sure that she was okay.
Every time Vicky said, "I'm okay" or "I'm fine", Barry didn't look convinced at the time. "I just need to make sure that you're ok," he told her.
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