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She rested her head on his shoulder. "Just oatmeal?"
He nodded, lying down again. "See you tonight."
He tilted his head, standing up. "The roof?"
"A map?"
"I live in the equivalent of a shed, my sweet friend. Maybe you'll find it charming, if I'm lucky."
She grinned, taking it from him. "What a gentleman," she teased, tilting her head.
He opened an eye to look at her, sitting up slightly. "I love you. Have a good day," he said lowly, brushing her hair back.
"The window and such. I want you to be able to stay."
She took the paper, grabbing a pencil as well.
"You're going to make fun of me," he remarked, raising an eyebrow. "I can already see it."
"Sounds great," she murmured, sitting before kissing his temple.
He relaxed under her touch, remaining in bed.
He frowned slightly. "I hope we won't have to do this much longer."
She watched, her head tilting.
He pursed his lips, arms crossed stubbornly. "Hm... Debatable."
She turned to him, her movement sleepy and warm. "Yeah. Did you?"
He murmured something incoherent before turning over to sleep.
He nodded, stretching his arms as he sat up. "Good."
She frowned. "Some clothes, too. Food. Water."
"..Next to it. Well it's a room off of it, but technically not the main room."
