Phineas carefully presses the edges of the tear together while Ferb places a strip of fabric healer over them. He presses it down as his younger brother removes his hands. “Did you have a good talk with Perry?”
“Yeah… but I’m still a little bit hurt.” Phineas looks down at his hands. “Hey Ferb, does that fabric healer leave a residue that we need to wash off?”
Ferb nods. “Yes. We should probably do that before we turn into rag dolls.”
“Would that really happen, or are you just messing with me?” Phineas decides not to test his brother, and walks over to the bathroom sink. As he washes his hands, he asks Ferb, “What did you and Candace talk about?”
“You.” Ferb watches Phineas closely as he reacts to this information.
Phin straightens up, and turns to dry his hands on a towel. Ferb gets up to wash his hands. “She’s still afraid. She barely even meets my eyes anymore. I hate it.”
“I was scared when you first told me. Perry was probably scared too, because he had such a big secret to keep.” Ferb dries his hands, and turns to his brother. “Give her time.”
Phineas nods, hanging up the dress to dry in Candace’s closet. They head downstairs and see Isabella in their living room having a serious discussion with Perry. “You still aren’t sure?” She’s crying, and Perry looks so melancholy that Phineas runs up to them.
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