He started organizing the piled-up files right outside the studio door.
Until one o'clock in the night
Ivy finally stumbled out of the studio, all groggy.
As she was leaving, she tripped on something and almost fell.
But Wayne was quick to catch her.
"Handsome Uncle? Why are you sitting on the floor?" Ivy asked groggily, "I drew so many bunnies."
"You're amazing!" Wayne's voice was very gentle.
Ivy, with her scattered consciousness, was walking and talking by instinct.
Her instinct was to really like Wayne, entirely unlike her daytime self.
"Ivy, I saw the painting you put in the new house," Wayne looked at her, his eyes turned red, "Have you forgiven me?"
Ivy blinked.
Then her body went limp, and her forehead rested on his shoulder.
"So sleepy, I feel like I'm already asleep. Are you in my dream too?"
Wayne, helpless, picked her up and carefully got up.
"Yes, you're already asleep, and I'm in your dream," Wayne said gently.
He quietly opened the door to her room.
Cory was already asleep.
Fearing to disturb Cory, he moved very gently.
He slowly put down Ivy, then went to get a warm towel to wipe her hands and face.
As soon as Ivy got into bed, she fell asleep, snoring.
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