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"I want that, Ellie.. I want an Us." *** She looked up at him. "You don't have to do that. I knew what I was getting myself into."
He closed his eyes. "I want that for us." *** "You've certainly not failed, Burke," she said, looking out of the window at the chilly, winter...
"I'd be hurt," he admitted. "It's important to me.. I want it to last." *** "It was good, though!"
"We could think of something.. Anything." *** She gave him a kind smile. "I'm just not that hungry."
He was quiet. "I don't want it to end." *** She folded her legs. "No, thank you. It was lovely, though."
He buried his face in the curve of her neck. "I know, Bean. I didn't mean what I said." *** She seemed delighted at the conversation, folding...
He came over, looking quite unhappy before slipping into the bed and hugging her gently. *** "You're here."
Xavier crept up the balcony, his brows furrowed slightly. *** "And you, too."
He looked sad, but didn't say anything, watching her go with a frown. *** She smiled. "It is some good soup."
He was watching her sharply. "You should go." *** Her expression was warm. "I'm being genuine, here."
"Apparently not that serious." *** Her eyes were bright as she watched him. "I think I do."
"What, this what never serious to you?" *** She grinned, leaning back. "Uh huh."
"But.. Ellie what about us?" *** "You are quite the hospitable host, though."
His brows furrowed. "Why..?" *** She grinned playfully at him. "Not really. You brought it back."
His gaze turned serious. "What?" *** She just looked back at him.
He frowned. "What do we do?" *** Her eyes followed him as she tilted her head.
He paused, going quiet for a moment before shaking his head. "What do you mean? I didn't ask you." *** She raised her eyebrows at him.
He frowned, stepping aside. "Is everything okay?" *** "Am I wrong?"
He opened it, his head tilted hopefully. *** She grinned at him. "You're too sweet for that."
(Yoop!) *** "You wouldn't dare!"
