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He brushed her hair back. "Lovely."
"No, it's too late."
"It's endearing," she said, glancing back. "I think you're doing really well."
He grinned, coming over to her.
"So you admit you're not psychic?"
"No, it's okay," she said, taking the plates into the kitchen. "It's funny."
"I agree."
"I would hope so."
She laughed brightly. "Yes, it was."
He crossed his arms. "My shirts not even tucked in."
"You know what I mean."
She looked up at him. "Oh, thanks."
"Not going," he said smartly.
"That type of stuff."
She grinned slightly, standing up and taking her plate. "Thanks, mom."
He was quiet before flopping onto the bed.
"Because that's not something I'd do."
"Whatever you say," she replied, setting her spoon down.
"Maybe just this once."
"I wouldn't try it."
