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He was quiet for a moment. "It's probably nothing."
He sighed, ruffling her hair. "You've won this round." * * * She shook her head, scooting to get off the bed of the truck and folding the...
He followed her, glancing over his shoulder cautiously.
He looked perplexed. "How?!" * * * She softened, reaching up and cupping his jaw with her hand gently before sitting up, shivering as the...
He brightened, gesturing with his head. "After you."
“Wait, no,” he protested. “I was kidding.” *** She mumbled, opening her eyes sleepily.
“It definitely is. Want to walk together for a while?” He hesitated before continuing. “You can say no.”
He squinted slightly. “That’s what I’m getting you.” *** The movie ended and she still hadn’t woken, her body up against his.
“Of course not,” he replied with a small laugh. “But that’s alright.”
“It’s an old shirt,” he confessed. *** As the film progressed, he would become aware that Gwen had drifted off, her head resting against his neck.
He smiled slightly. “Find anything?”
He looked confused, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” *** She was pleasantly warm in his arms, a welcome addition in the winter night air.
He glanced up at her. "Meer. Hi."
"Hm. I know what I'm getting you for Christmas, then." * * * She also fell silent. After about 15 minutes, she slipped her arms around his...
Derek was walking around during patrol one night, his eyes tired.
He laughed out loud, looking down at her. "I want my old Nirvana shirt from 2005 back?" * * * She rolled her eyes, but laid back against him,...
(Derek and Amira?)
"I think you look great," he said, hopping up to sit on the counter. * * * She looked up at him, grinning cheekily. "You're getting quite good...
(Zoop?)
"You don't like my Nirvana shirt?" he asked, tilting his head. * * * She looked in before taking a small thing of Fritos, leaning back. She...
