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He leaned into her touch. "I know. It's cute."
"I don't know. Whatever."
"No, I still forgot to grab it yesterday."
(Zoop?)
"Doesn't feel like it."
He rested his head on his hands. "How come?"
"You don't have to," he replied. "We could do stuff."
"Not right now. In general.. Nevermind."
He didn't reply. He had either fallen asleep or became unconscious. Probably asleep.
"Maybe you just don't like me as much."
He grinned slightly. "Cute."
"I dunno."
"I don't know yet. Could be food behind your back."
He remained surprisingly relaxed, keeping still.
She took out some of the food, pretending to look discouraged.
He tugged on her newspaper, tilting his head. "I think you're really cute, too."
"Yeah."
"Probably if you hid something from me, or if authority asked if you murdered someone."
He nodded, crossing his arms. "Thank you."
"You don't want it there."
