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She frowned, considering him. "If you say so..."
"Well, you've been here a while now too, right?"
She huffed slightly, resting her head on her hand. "Don't you have work?"
He laughed slightly, giving her a playful look. "I'm not that old. But, yeah. A while."
"I don't want to get you sick," she said weakly, her brow furrowing.
"Oh... on this particular ship? About eight years. I'm been sailing since I was 10, though."
"You don't need to stay, if you don't want," she said, waving a hand slightly. "I can drive you home."
"It's hard for me to tell. I've been here a while."
She nodded, her eyes opening as she leaned back in the couch. “Yeah,” she croaked. “Sorry.”
He considered this with a frown. “I think I am.”
She frowned at this, standing up but being interrupted by a coughing fit. She sat back down, covering her mouth.
He laughed too, crossing his arms. "Everyone has problems."
Her shoulders relaxed and she blinked sleepily at him, the blanket slipping off her shoulders. "Hi. What are you doing?"
"Better lives? Like what?"
She stirred slightly, sitting up, her blonde hair sticking up messily. "...Adonis?"
"You suppose?" he asked, tilting his head.
She was still asleep next to him, her head resting on her hand and her blonde hair peeking out from her blanket.
He leaned back against the counter, considering her. "Are you happy here, Amira?"
Gwen had stretched out, her feet tucked behind his back.
He followed, rubbing his temple
