Panel 1: Iz, half-asleep, lies in his hospital bed. Rose lies beside him, stroking his cheek.
Panel 2:
Iz: Do we need to talk about...this?
Rose: I don't. Do you?
Panel 3: Iz closes his eyes.
Iz: No.
Panel 4:
Rose: Let's just go back to silently baffling everyone who feel the need to categorise our reliationship.
Iz: Agreed.
Alt-Text:
This is the aroace way.
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