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She opened the door. "I don't know either."
(Yoop!)
"I guess."
He took hers, heading out.
She frowned. "Hm."
He nodded, doing so.
She looked back at him, her expression curious. "I suppose he's not wrong. I just prefer to think about now. You've survived this far."
"I'm not. I am clean."
"Wow. So deep," she said flatly. "How about we relish the present and being alive?"
"I am not. I am clean!"
"You're not dying. Stop it."
He leaned into her touch. "Yeah, we can do that."
She glared gently. "Never."
"Because I got scared half to death this evening. I also cried. Thinking you're dying takes a big toll, apparently."
"Yes!"
"I'm okay. Just.. out of it right now."
"Not yet."
She frowned, folding her arms. She was still shaking a bit.
"That's a shame."
"Just saying."
