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Taking another bite of the pizza, Virgil's eyebrows rose as Amelia talked about where she worked. It was pretty evident by the way her eyes lit up and the tone in her voice that this was something she was seriously passionate about. "Wow, that sounds like a pretty successful business. Is managing your forte or do you have a knack for cooking as well?" he asked curiously, before shaking his head quickly. "That's not to say I don't appreciate the pizza! I was just wondering- I've never been much of a cook myself. Usually I would just order out."

It was strange, most definitely an unusual position for him to be in, to have Amelia so adamantly and genuinely wanting to help him. It was enough to make his eyes sting with hot tears for the second time tonight. Setting his pizza down, Virgil wiped his face again with the sleeve of his hoodie again, letting out a frustrated groan at the inability to contain his emotions. "Sorry-" he started, nose sniffling unattractively. "It's just been awhile since someone's been so helpful."