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She looked confused, looking up at him. “What do you mean?”
"Of course I am," she said gently, looking up at him. "You're going to have a long and happy life, Z. You deserve that."
Her head jerked up. “What? No. Why would you do that? No.”
She was quiet before laughing softly. “It’s sweet, Z, but I don’t need to live that long. You don’t need to worry.”
She looked up at him, her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
She seemed like she might’ve been on the brink of tears, her shoulders hunched as she held his arm.
Her face had closed off completely and she looked stricken, shaking her head a little. “Let’s just go, okay?”
“You’re twice my age,” she replied playfully before faltering a little. “Then again, my lifespan is much shorter than yours...”
“No one says dashing anymore,” she continued lightheartedly. “You’re showing your age.”
“No, Z,” she said affectionately. “You were cute. Unrelenting. Incredibly attractive. Not dashing.”
She burst into laughter, pulling his arms down as she leaned against the side of his chest. “Stop that. No.”
“Yes,” she replied, sheepishly defiant. “You just... you were very clever. That’s all. You were... I don’t know what the word is, exactly...”
“Yes,” she said smoothly, nudging him gently with her head. “You were brave and handsome. You gave me butterflies.”
She gave him a small smile, looking up at him. “You were really brave...”
“Maybe I can rub your back or something,” she mused innocently. “I know that can help sometimes.”
She followed him, watching him thoughtfully. “You must be sore...”
She nodded, standing up and looking at him, offering her free hand.
“Marshmallows,” she said instantly, looking up at him. “Come on, Z. This is first day stuff.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head for a moment before kneeling next to him, inspecting the cocoa boxes. “Nothing. I... Nothing. What’s the...
Her expression was one of immense relief and she came up behind him, cupping the back of his neck gently. “What is it?”
