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She looked up at him with wide eyes. "O-Okay."
"Yes, of course."
He nodded, doing as he said he would carefully.
She looked nervous. "I'm ready."
"So what now?"
Her finger brushed through his hair. "Good. You'll have to."
"Of course not. Do you?"
She frowned, looking at Dali. "He's coming with. His steps aren't too loud."
He chuckled. "I suppose so."
"Yup. To me."
He tucked her hair back. "Don't worry. I can lay beside you if you want."
She frowned, turning to August and Eli. "Do we plan on coming back here?"
"He's not squeaky," she said with a frown. "It's just his footsteps are a bit.. heavy."
"Is that so?"
"But I don't mind. You're still lovely."
"Trust me, my love. We'll be here when you wake."
She sighed. "I'm ready."
He crossed his arms. "We both know you're not the Antichrist."
"You smell like grilled cheese and soup."
He nodded, kissing her forehead before opening his arms. "You should get some rest."
