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He laughed slightly, watching her. "I love you too." *** She nodded, following him.
"We must have gone off to do something! Not my fault at all." *** "Good.. Because I'm tired but I really want to be near you right now."
"Listen," he teased, "we both know I did a great job protecting myself. No one could have guessed that would have happened." *** He frowned,...
He sighed, watching her. "Okay.. Be safe." *** He started toward her, looking slightly hurt. "Aisling, wait.." *** She nodded in agreement...
He frowned slightly, looking up at her. "But I want to stay with you." *** He paused at the door, frowning at her. "Why are you crying..?"...
He smiled brightly. "Right." *** He looked upset now, watching her angrily. "The whole thing was her idea! She's the one who assigned the...
"Newly spoken," he said, watching her adoringly. *** He looked startled. "What?! No! I was protecting the others! That was my job!" *** She...
He grinned down at her. "I love you too." *** "I only agreed because I had the safest job! I promise!" *** She paused before nodding slowly....
He nodded. "I know. I won't." *** "It was a mistake," he told her. "I shouldn't have done it." *** She nodded, relaxing. "You aren't mad at...
"That was the worst of luck," he admitted. "I won't do it again." *** He looked down with a frown. "I'm sorry." *** She shook her head,...
He took her hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm great," he said playfully. "Super." *** He approached quietly, looking up at her. "Aisling?"...
He was awake, looking at her with a small smile. "Hi." *** He came out onto the roof. He didn't say anything, just watched curiously. *** She...
After a few minutes she would feel his hand on her shoulder. *** Dion started upstairs worriedly. A bit nervous to talk to Aisling. *** She...
He turned his head into her touch, not waking. ** Dion had returned back with the rest of the group, but hadn't said much. ** Blaise had been...
He was lying back on the bed asleep, the blankets pulled up to his shoulders.
She nodded before stepping aside to let her in.
Rory looked down at her, seeming uncertain before giving her an awkward thumbs up.
It had been an hour or so. Rory finally emerged from the room, wiping her forehead with her arm rather than her hand since she had yet to clean up.
(Zoop?)
Blaise was frowning, watching the road. "I'm okay. I was tended to earlier.
