"Come here," his voice is gentle again.
She gives in, placing her small hand in his. Lifting the cloth, he sees her blood spill out from her palm. He inhales sharply through his teeth and presses the rag back down. They sit there like that for abo...
The tall, beautiful brunette passes a small group of women gathered twenty feet from where Keanu stands in the baggage claim section of LAX.
"Oh my God, " mumbles one, wearing a name tag and dressed in cafeteria garb, "Do you know who that is?"
"You're super cute!" Calls a younger, braver woman with a blonde bob and black tights under her jean shorts.
The brunette continues past them, straight for Keanu, who is reaching down to pull a large duffel bag off of the carousel. A tin is tucked underneath his other arm. His back is turned as she nears, and the crowd of women gasp when she lays her hand on his shoulder.
"If that isn't a Black Forest brownie, then you better turn your butt around and get back on a plane to London."
Setting the duffel bag down, he turns around with a lopsided grin. "You're gonna have to wrestle me for it," he challenges, wiggling his eyebrows.
She wraps her long arms around his neck.
He lifts her and spins her around in a circle before setting her down with a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks for coming to get me, Kim."
"You kidding? I'm planning to use this for every bit of favors I can wring out of it. Lemme look at you," she lays a hand aside his cheek before reaching for the tin. "Now give me that brownie!"
He holds it just above her reach. "Ah ah ah, we're going halfsies with this one, got it?"
Back at the Chateau Marmont, Kim pulls up a chair to the small table in his hotel room. Two plastic forks sit atop two paper plates, half of a heavily frosted brownie dotted with maraschino cherries on each.
"Omahgawd this is amazing. Just like when we were kids." Her eyes roll to the back of her head.
He watches her go for another forkful of chocolate utopia. Pausing mid-chew, his eyes narrow as though he is straining to pick out the smallest letter on an eye chart. He reaches for his sister's hand and brings it up within a few inches of his face. With his finger, he circles a blue-green area on the back of her hand a couple of inches in diameter.
"That's an ugly mark. Bar fight?" he winks.
With another swallow, she licks frosting from her lips. "I honestly don't remember," she shrugs. "How was your trip?"
"It was...fulfilling."
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