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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz 
"Really? Why? Why?" Why was the question that Plymouth needed answered. Why. Why why why. He turned on the steps so that his leg was resting sideways and he could look at her - instead of turning his back on her.
Not that it wasn't tempting to just run away right then.
"Why do I miss you?" What kind of question was that?
"Because you are my best friend and I miss air nuzzles and talking to plants and secret handshakes and picnics and just doing stuff."
Not
stuff. Just stuff.
There was more to it than that though.