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He followed, pouting.
She observed him, her hand brushing his jaw. "You're so sweet, August.."
He headed out, his arms crossed.
She sighed under his touch. "Me too."
He huffed, patching it up and getting dressed.
She flushed, tilted her head slightly as she spike in a small voice. "Do you think that I can love you one day?"
He pouted. "I'll be fine."
She relaxed slightly, leaning into him.
He looked startled. "What? No.'
She kissed him back gently, her touch hesitant.
"That can only happen if you stay there." He pulled away the bandage to reveal a deep gash. It didn't look normal. The skin around it had...
She looked distressed, keeping her hands close for comfort.
He frowned, standing to pull away the bandage. "Transform?"
"I don't like not being allowed to say it back."
He looked down at the bandage. "Probably."
"Don't.. Don't say that.."
"Are you okay?"
"It is to me.."
He nodded. "Yeah?"
She leaned into his touch, closing her eyed.
