"Hold on, Leonard," Aurora said. "I'll have my assistant bring some over."
"Don't bother," he stopped her. "There are some in the fridge."
Aurora stared at him, a look of complete bewilderment on her face. She felt like she understood him less and less. Had the trauma he'd been through actually unhinged him?
"Alright," she said. "I'll wash them."
Washing fruit was simple enough for even a pampered heiress like her, whose hands had never seen a day of work. But peeling an apple, if one had never done it before, was another matter. Leonard didn't even own a proper peeler. Aurora had no choice but to use a paring knife.
Leonard was getting stranger and stranger. If this continued, she thought, she might genuinely lose her hold on him.
Lost in thought and distracted, her hand slipped. The knife cut her finger, and blood welled up instantly.
"Ah!" she cried out.
"What's wrong?" Leonard asked from the other room.
"Leonard, I cut myself," she said, clutching her bleeding finger.
But Leonard didn't rush to her side with concern as she had expected. He just stood there, staring silently at her finger, his expression unreadable. He had always believed Aurora was perfect, capable of excelling at anything. Yet she couldn't even manage a simple task like peeling an apple?
Seeing him just staring, a strange feeling crept over Aurora. "Leonard?"
He snapped back to reality. "You should put something on that."
"...Right."
The cut was shallow, nothing serious. Leonard silently disinfected the wound and applied a bandage. In the past, he would have been frantic with worry if she so much as frowned. Now, she had actually cut herself, and he showed no sign of sympathy.

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