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She took it, her head tilting. "Okay. I'll be here." *** He nodded, scooting close again and closing his eyes.
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She looked up at him. "Of course. But you don't have to." *** "You don't have to apologize. I wasn't expecting it."
She frowned slightly. "Oh.. Alright." *** "It.. surprised me," he said slowly. "Sorry."
She hesitated. "You're not staying?" *** He flushed, pulling back. "What was that for?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Do you want to come in?" *** He sighed. "It's okay."
She brightened, stepping to the side. "Hey!" *** "No, it's fine. We're in bed."
She opened the door, her head tilted. *** "Like how you haven't eaten, and went out while sick without a coat. I can understand the getting...
(Yoop!) *** "I feel like you do reckless things sometimes," he said. "Just little things."
She laid down, eventually going to sleep. *** He frowned. "I don't know.."
She nodded, watching him go. *** He frowned, and seemed rather unsure. "It's hard not to worry."
"No," she said easily, "I'm okay. Everything is fine." *** He seemed sad, getting into the bed and lying down.
She looked back up at him. "It's nothing.. You can go." *** He came over, his brows furrowed. "I'm sorry."
She frowned slightly, looking back at the bed. "..Okay." *** He glances over at her, feeling badly. "..I can leave."
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. "Hm." *** His brows were furrowed. "I can't help it."
She couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I can't believe this. I'm a prisoner." *** "Because you lied to me and I'm worried."
"I don't want to lie down," she said stubbornly. *** He huffed, going to wash his plate.
She squinted, looking up at him. "This is my house. I do the dishes." *** He shook his head. "I don't believe that. You said you were better...
"I'll do it, then." *** "I suppose, but you're sick and you're drunk and you went out into the cold without a jacket and you arent eating properly."
"And also I want to help do the dishes." *** He rested his head on his hand. "I'm worried about you."
