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His frown deepened and he squinted at her, as if reaching for something in his head that wasn't there. "I... I don't know."
She started laughing. “I swear, Z, if we find this key and it turns out to just open an outhouse, I will leave. I’ll go home.”
He paused before looking over at her, his brow furrowing. “Don’t... touch the water.”
“How will we know it’s the right key?” she asked, looking up at him. “How will we know that we don’t just have the key for the stinkiest outhouse...
He frowned, nodding a little. “Okay. Don’t touch the water.”
Juniper seemed intimidated, frowning uncertainly as they approached. “What are we even looking for here? A key? There are lots of keys...”
He shook his head, glancing over at Puck, running his hand through his hair. “No, I think I might wanna give him some space for now.”
She squinted, biting her lip uncertainly. “Is that...”
“I think you have. He still hates me.”
She nudged his shoulder with her head gently, falling back into that warm silence.
He sighed a little, sitting down as he looked over at Puck. "I thought we were making headway with him."
She looked up at him, laughing a little. "I guess I'm, uh... I guess I'm glad I'm here, then?"
He was watching her intensely, frowning. "That's all it was?"
She smiled back at him, letting go of his hand as they walked, but still remained bound to his arm. "I'm glad you're here."
He hesitated, smoothing his hands over the blanket. "Why did Puck stay behind?"
She looked up at him and slowly took his hand again, squeezing it. "I'm sensitive about that kind of stuff, and you're not used to having...
He looked over at Puck for a moment before kneeling down next to her, helping her. "What happened down the path?"
Her shoulders tightened and she looked up at him, her gaze apologetic. "Okay. I'm sorry."
"I'd imagine," he replied gently. "You did good work today."
She was quiet for a few moments, and he might've thought that she was ignoring him. Finally, she spoke up. "So... we take care of each other, then."
