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Abel peeked his head put quickly in response to her cry. "O?"
She turned away from him, suppressing a whimper. "I.. I really wanted this."
The pain from the bullet shot through her. His help was only meant to be temporary, and it was supposed to still be cleaned.
She exhaled shakily, pulling away and standing up. "God.. I was so hopeful," she said quietly. "I'm so stupid. I should have known that this...
He frowned, letting her rest as he went to take a shower.
"Yes you are," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "You are."
Awhile later, Abel woke, feeling rested but sore. He went into the living room quietly.
She was quiet, as if trying not to cry. She hesitated to speak, afraid her voice would break.
(Zoop?)
She looked over at him, shaking her head. "I.. I don't know what to say."
He went to his room to sleep for a bit.
She pulled away slowly, looking resigned. "Do you believe in that?"
He gave her a small smile, heading into the bedroom.
"That's not how I meant it Ferris," she said, maybe sounding a bit sad.
He nodded. "Yeah. I'm tired."
She frowned, looking disappointed. "What..?"
He held her hand for a long while before getting up. "Try to sleep, okay?"
She looked unsure what to say, searching his face.
He brushed her back. "You could've, too."
She reached up, resting her hand on his jaw, her fingers in his hair. "I care about you, you know?"
