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A pink flush crossed over the bridge of her nose and she laughed a little. "I don't even... I don't know what to say."
He hesitated before bringing the plate over to the table. "What makes you ask that?"
She watched him, a playful grin on her lips. "Is that okay?"
He flushed, assembling a plate of toast and scrambled eggs.
She leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "This discussion isn't over," she told him. "But I'm also really, really into you."
"Go sit," he said, gesturing. "I'll bring you some."
She considered him for a moment, her gaze darting down to his mouth for a moment before flickering back up to his eyes. "We need to think of...
He tapped her head affectionately. "You want food?"
She recovered and straightened up, putting a hand on his chest and the other resting on his jaw, leaning against him slightly to keep her balance....
"Well... I can train you on her on the way up. I promise you, she's wonderful."
She fell silent, watching him with wide eyes. "Abel..." She tried to move towards him, but her leg complained and she stumbled, bracing herself...
"I'm her big brother. She'd approve of anything I do or anyone I am close with."
She scoffed, gesturing to the walls that they had spent weeks pouring over and planning. "What are we doing here, then, Abel?! If we're not...
He laughed, looking over at her with a wrinkled brow. "Why would you be nervous?"
"I'm not being coy, here," she said flatly. "You are the only person who cares if I die, and you know that you need to prioritize this. That...
"Right. You'll get to meet my sister."
"Someone's going to get hurt, Abel," she replied, crossing her arms defensively. "If you send me in alone, we can minimize the damages!" She...
He laughed a little, rubbing her back. "Nope. I'm still here for right now."
She sighed a little in frustration, squinting at him. "This isn't like you," she said, tilting her head. "This is your goal, Abel. It's...
"Alright," he said, kissing the top of her head. "You hungry?"
