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"There we go."
Her gaze flickered up to him, her brow furrowed. "Why are you apologizing? This wasn't your fault."
She hesitated. "I can't watch you be in trouble."
"Nope. That's not how salmon work."
"Perhaps..."
Something fell in her face, but she nodded, leaning back in her pillows. "But you couldn't."
"Nope."
"I thought that's what we agreed on."
"Are you positive?"
"What parts were a dream? Did you..." She looked up at him hopefully. "You didn't smoke, did you?"
"Two reasons. One, you have a really distracting butt."
"You are a salmon."
"My beloved Rohesia," he asked calmly. "Are you trying to make this into a bet?"
She blinked at him, groggy. "You... there was a train. You died. We died. Why..." She looked down at herself. "Why doesn't it hurt?""
"Maybe we shouldn't go on missions together..."
"So, we agree?"
"Two hours ago."
"Nmh... are you..." She seemed very out of it. "Are we dead...?"
She watched him before coming over, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"But so some of your genetic code must be fishlike, yes?"
