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(Zoop!)
He followed with his, watching them.
"Precisely!"
He closed his eyes, drifting off eventually.
He looked up before turning to her. "Shall we?"
"What about pigeons?" she teased.
He sighed with a nod. "Okay."
"Not true?"
She sighed, adding a few things to the sauce. "You can still write her, right?"
He watched her, his brows furrowed. "Alright.."
She kissed his cheek. "It doesn't seem like her thing."
He huffed. "It's not fair."
"Mm. Probably. It sounds like Aubrey."
"Why do they think it defines me?" he asked, his voice quiet.
She laughed. "Ah. Makes sense."
He hugged her, saying nothing as he buried his face in her shoulder.
"She's bad at something..?"
He sat down, shrugging slightly. "I don't know."
She looked up at him. "Meh. Cooking isn't really my hobby. You?"
He came out a moment later.
