[She's familiar with that one. He should also be familiar with her own; he hasn't really won her rage with this, just a momentary little scolding that probably escalated because of her own mixed feeling regarding workaholics.
But she's cooling down, whereas he just gets distant in a different way.
She lets out a little sigh, and walks up to stand beside him, reaching out to cup his cheek and turn his head so she can drop a faint kiss on his lips. There, forgiven.
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But she's cooling down, whereas he just gets distant in a different way.
She lets out a little sigh, and walks up to stand beside him, reaching out to cup his cheek and turn his head so she can drop a faint kiss on his lips. There, forgiven.
She pulls away.] How about takeout instead?