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She grinned again. "Yes!'
He waved a hand. "That's the boring way of saying it."
She groaned. "But I'm impatient!"
"Exactly!" he said. "That means you're the master at it."
He grinned. "The magic of resuscitation."
"Makes sense," she said with a nod. "What's the secret tattoo?"
He crossed his arms. "I'd also believe that. Even if you were wrong, you'd probably get a bunch of evidence to make it seem like you were right."
He shrugged. "Magic?"
She pursed her lips. "Not too bad. Did yours?"
He cocked his head. "Always right?"
He put on his as well. "I'll revive you somehow."
"I know!" She grinned brightly. "I think so too!"
"Okay," he said, mostly to himself. "You're right."
He kissed her cheek. "I'll see it when I believe it."
She lifted her shirt to show him. "Perfectly!"
He sighed. "Sorry. I just.. am nervous."
"Because it's not a real situation and they're probably not going to the hospital.. right?"
She stepped back, raising her hands. "Okay! Geez."
He crossed his arms. "I'd believe it."
He rolled his eyes. "Technically it's only half beating them up."
