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She nodded. "Sounds like a date."
"We'll see," he said easily.
She nodded. "Tomorrow morning?"
He sighed. "Your death was controlled. Mine was not.'
She grinned. "Pancakes?"
His hand brushed her jaw. "If I could."
She leaned into his touch. "I could help.. You could do the mix, maybe?"
He pulled her close, his touch gentle.
She looked over at him, her gaze gentle. "Maybe one of these days we can make breakfast together. Help each other."
He ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you too."
She chuckled slightly, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand. "Whatever I'll find, I'll make sure it's good."
He gave her a slow kiss. "I Of course not."
"What do you mean?"
He brushed her hair back. "You don't have to say anything."
He kissed her jaw. "You're rather lovely."
"I can find something."
He sat beside her. "I won't brush it."
"I'll be fine. Let's just get what we need."
He sighed, putting the comb down.
"I'll find something?"
