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He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I'm really not happy you bought this."
She shook it off, turning the sink back on. "Nah. It's not a big deal."
"Plus, you should wear it. It's chilly."
She looked up at him, leaning against the sink. "Hm? Oh. Yes. I just got a little scraped up." She straightened up, turning off the water and...
"I don't like wearing layers," he replied stubbornly.
She followed him. When they got inside, she turned on the sink, and washed her hands, letting the cool water run over them. They were scraped...
He squinted at her, wrinkling his nose. "You just like to see me upset," he said, taking off the sweatshirt and offering it to her.
They got back to the bunker and she got out of the car.
His laugh deepened and he watched her affectionately. "I'm sure, Princess."
She gave him a quick smile before looking out the window, falling silent.
He laughed out loud, taking off the sunglasses and offering them to her. "Brag."
She opened her eyes, looking over at him. "Well... let's just get home. Lay low for a while."
"Oof. Okay. Why is the necklace so important to you?"
"That's... that's good, right?"
He paused, resting his head on his hand. "Progress."
"What happened in the square after I took off?"
He laughed. "I didn't tell you much."
She grinned at him before closing her eyes, exhaling in relief. "I'm glad that's over. What's next, boss?"
He frowned, looking down at his untouched muffin. "Uh... well, my mother raised me, but she died a few years ago. I have no idea where my father...
He frowned, but leaned against the table. "You can ask me anything else. Just not that."
