[Corry preens a little, looking very proud of himself, then kisses Kyle's forehead once more.] Yeah, babe, be right back.
[After carefully disentangling himself, Corry’s back in a few moments with water -- and Tylenol and a washcloth.] You're gonna be sore tomorrow, but you shouldn't bruise, I don't think.
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[After carefully disentangling himself, Corry’s back in a few moments with water -- and Tylenol and a washcloth.] You're gonna be sore tomorrow, but you shouldn't bruise, I don't think.