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He kept her close, shutting his eyes. He was clearly tired, and was already beginning to drift off.
He shifted slightly, opening his arms to her.
He went back to bed, stretching out on it.
He gave her a small smile, offering her the bowl. "Thank you."
He got up and stretched. "Yeah. I got it.'
He shook his head slightly. "It wasn't meant in the same way, you know? Or at least, that's how I saw it."
He frowned in thought. "I was afraid you didn't feel the same way. You never showed any signs."
He huffed with a grin. "That's what love is."
He rolled his eyes playfully, eating the soup. "Not wearing a coat isn't a good thing, you know."
He frowned, looking up at her thoughtfully and taking the bowl. "It was really just over time. The little things.
He smirked slightly, going to lay down, stretching out. "Its hard to say."
He huffed. "..I didn't quite realize it for awhile."
He grinned, his eyes bright as he watched her intensely. "..Wow.'
He watched her softly, his blue eyes gentle and caring. He was quiet, but leaned in and kissed her.
He flushed, still looking a little uncertain of himself. He leaned into her touch. "..Really?"
He was frowning slightly, watching her seriously. "I'm sorry.. I just figured I should tell you. Especially after taking a risk like that."
He kept her close, his brows furrowed. "..I meant what I said Dahlia. That I loved you. But.. more than how you think. I don't want to spend my...
He hugged back, relaxing at her touch. "I told you I'd be okay.."
He brightened a bit when he saw her. "Dahlia.."
He was tired and sore. His muscles ached and he was absolutely drained. He sighed, climbing up to the fort.
