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He glanced at her for a moment, checking the road before leaning over and stealing a kiss.
He faltered a bit, but folded his hands. "Just wanted to help." *** "Thanks. Anyways, continuing on."
He kissed the top of her head, readjusting the rear view mirror before turning into the road. "As long as you don't make me sing along."
"Right," she said. "Exactly."
He gave her a bright smile. "Maybe I could help?" *** "Cats are alright. Just.. No stabbing."
He shook his head. "Whatever you want."
She squinted back at him. "If you want to ask, go ahead."
"No, it's okay!" he reassured. "Don't worry about it!' *** "Dogs are good, so you can deal with it."
He got in on the drivers side, starting the car. "Want to put on some music?"
"Ehh." She frowned. "We can find it."
He pursed his lips. "Okay then." *** She was quiet for a moment. "Um.. No. No poking."
He rolled his eyes. "I trust you, but you drove yesterday."
"Then let's find it," she decided, pulling him along.
He nodded. "Yeah. Why?" *** She gave him a nod. "Yes?"
He nodded, opening the back door for Tom. "I'm driving."
"But the research?"
He laughed. "That's true." *** Callie nodded, glancing back at him before turning back to the class. "Okay! Let's try not to use the needles...
He sighed. "Barely."
"No. You're wrong it's my credit."
He laughed quietly. "I'm totally right! Don't think I forgot about that time you quoted Star Trek." *** "Uh huh. Gotcha."
