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She frowned. "Still.. Fire.."
He reached up, brushing her hair back. "Me? No way."
She pulled her hand away when he flinched. "I'm still sorry you had to feel that."
"I suppose I could."
"I get it, but.." she sighed, reaching over and running her thumb over some of the scarring gently.
He leaned back, stretching.
"Couldn't you just make new ones?"
He did own some regular sweaters, as well one that looked more modern with some town or city name.
She observed his eyes, frowning. "..Why did you go back into the burning building?"
He didn't own any turtlenecks. "I sure do."
"You say that," she said quietly. "It's been a year and I still feel it."
"At least you'd look good in one."
She nodded slowly. "I felt damned either way."
He nodded, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. "I will."
"It felt like a mistake."
"I'll figure it out. I promise."
She sighed, turning her head to look at him. "That's it?"
"We'll see how it goes.. I'm sure we'll be okay."
"That was me messing up."
He frowned. "I.. I don't know."
