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She rested her head on her hand as she worked, going quiet.
He was curled up on the bed when she returned, half-asleep. He stirred when she returned and opened his arms to her drowsily.
She focused on her work, referencing the instructions thoughtfully before beginning to screw the pieces together.
He frowned at her before nodding. "Okay. I love you."
She sat down on the ground, folding her legs together easily as she started to put the pieces together.
"Hm. Fine, then," she said lightly, propping her chin on his chest and looking up at him. "Fine."
"Because I'm going to be hungover, and we're going to fight, and I'm just going to want to kiss you, and Santiago's going to disappoint me again."
She was laughing at him, but came up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "What do you think?"
He took it, watching her nervously. "This is going to be a bad morning..."
She started laughing, looking over at him. "I just want us to be thoughtful with our effort, you know?"
"I want you nearby," he insisted, considering her carefully, bracing his hand against the counter to keep himself from falling. "I always want you...
"Well, if we're going to break the bed tonight," she mused playfully.
He hesitated, watching her carefully. "Will you come up too?"
She hesitated, raising one eyebrow. "Well... maybe we shouldn't..."
He looked down at her, frowning. "Look, I... I didn't think I'd be having this conversation right now," he said quietly. "Let's just... talk in...
She curled her hand on his chest. "I love you too. Bedframe next?"
"I know you don't," he replied, still slurring his words a little. "I don't either."
She looked up at him, kissing his cheek gently. "I'm happy too."
He slipped his arms around her waist, looking down at her. "I... I feel so weird to not be with you."
"I know, right?" she said, bouncing on the heels of her feet. "We're geniuses!"
