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He set his hands on her waist, raising an eyebrow. "No one can trap me. Not even you."
She was hugging the pillow to herself, but she laughed, shaking her head in embarrassment. "I look... so bad. Isn't that so stupid, and vain?...
He raised his eyebrow. "You want to trap me in your room."
"Nothing," she replied, turning away from him. "It's stupid."
He laughed a little, pulling away from her. "You're just saying that because you want to hit me with a pillow or something."
She was sitting in the hammock, a pillow pressed to her face, her black hair still damp from the shower.
He shifted evasively. "The more time I spend in that apartment, the more aware I become that you and I live in different worlds."
He would hear a bit of a panicked flurry. "Yes."
His face shifted and he frowned. "No, that's okay."
He would hear her scuffle towards the door. "I'm fine, Abes. Go get some food in you."
"I was planning on leaving tomorrow. Does that work?"
She responded much more quickly this time, but she sounded muffled. "Yes?"
His whole face transformed and he seemed speechless, resting his forehead against hers again.
There was a pause. "...yes. I'm all good."
He looked surprised, looking up at her. "Really?"
Her voice was small as she replied. "I'm not hungry, so you go on ahead."
He looked down at their hands, holding them to his chest. "I'm so unsure. But I want to figure it out."
She caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror and her face fell slightly and she laid back on her bed, looking up at the ceiling.
"Come with me," he told her eagerly, his eyes bright. "Just for a bit while we figure this out. I need to check on my sister no matter what, but I...
She managed to hobble into her room, pulling on a large shirt and shorts, wincing as they passed over her wound.
