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She looked back at him, her head tilted. "Alright.. Be careful."
He nodded slowly, his expression surprisingly soft. "Okay."
"Can't we play a different game?"
"You're just really sweet and I'm glad I have you," she said, pulling away and going to the edge of the bed. "I have to go clean up the glass."
He looked at the dashboard, obviously in thought. "I suppose it would be better here, since it's quiet."
"You don't kiss my lips. You kiss my cheek."
Her face was buried in his shoulder and her voice was muffled. "I love you."
"No, it's okay.. I'll be okay."
"There's no point."
She turned back to him, hugging him.
He looked out the window. "We're far away, though. Shouldn't we take it back?"
"I don't even have lips."
She wait until he was done, holding onto the sheet patiently.
He was tense, looking nervous. "I don't think I like cars too much.'
"That is rude. And Ker isn't even here. Besides, there's only two of us."
She whimpered slightly before taking a reassuring breath. "..Let's bandage it."
He tried not to seem in a panic. "You're going fast."
"What does that entail?"
She winced, her hand squeezing his arm at the feeling as she bit her tongue.
She frowned, squeezing it uncertainly.
