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He sighed, his eyes fluttering open tiredly as he woke.
"Okay good. I don't want you to be unhappy."
He pursed his lips, resting his hands on her waist. "We may have discussed it earlier."
"Home. So let's just get ready to go without any problems."
He nodded before disappearing.
Sam shifted, fast asleep.
"Oh, okay. I thought you were."
He leaned against the doorway, his hands in his pockets. "I have an idea."
She sighed with a frown. "If you two are going to make this complicated I'm leaving."
"I'm telling you that. Anyways, I will be back shortly. Hopefully with new information."
(Zooswitch?)
"Are you actually upset?"
He stood up, following. "What do you mean by that?"
"No, Dali. Don't forget how you had to convince me."
"But there is no Antichrist."
She relaxed, slowly drifting off.
She frowned, tilting her head at him.
He glanced over at her. "Is that so?"
She frowned. "Stop that."
"Your mother?"
