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He stumbled. "Is it really that exciting?"
She grinned. "Okay. Your job is to not move."
"Well," he muttered, "maybe you can just be nice."
He was wearing it, looking down with a frown. "What did I ever do to you?"
He nodded. "Yes. Be it physical restraint or me crying."
He crossed his arms. "Kinda."
He quickly changed, looking down with a frown as he finished. "I can't believe this."
"Hmph," he mumbled. "Then I guess you're not allowed to get up."
He frowned. "Impossible."
He smiled slightly. "Fine."
She sighed. "I do love you, though."
"Why not?"
He pursed his lips. "Yeah."
"That's what they all say.." She repeated quietly.
"Be less mean?'
He kissed her cheek. "Sorry."
"I could never hate you!" She frowned. "I love you."
"My movie taste isn't poor," he said. "You're being mean."
He frowned. "I'm not mad."
She gasped, as if offended. "What?!"
