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Lennon gave a weak chuckle to her question and the answer took only a second to reach his mind. He’d counted the weeks, not foreign to the time she left his world. ”Five months.” When he put the time into words it seemed so recent and yet so much has happened in that small about of time. An unexplainable contentness filled the male when others found comfort in him, whether from his words or just his presence just as Xahi was doing. To be a shoulder to lean on was his entire philosophy, and to execute such comfortableness in others was beyond joyous.

His imagined her gleaming eyes filled with the color of Irish fields and smiled. ”You’re quite a girl, Xahi.” Lennon muttered, his words turning into a crisp cloud as his heat and the bitter air collided. ”I’m more than delighted to have you around.”