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He laughed slightly, looking over at her. "Why would you be worried?"
She hesitated before leaning against him slightly. "I wouldn't function," she replied. "Without you, I'd still be out there. Alone. Lost. You...
He looked around, tipping his head back. "I like your place."
She frowned, tilting her head. "That's not true, Basel..."
He considered her before nodding. "That sounds lovely."
She entered the room tentatively, sitting on the edge of his bed. "What's wrong?"
He looked down thoughtfully, one brow raised. "I don't have to."
She seemed extremely surprised by this, jerking her head up in surprise and her hands awkwardly hovering as she stood stiffly. After a moment,...
He leaned towards her as well, his fingers brushing gently through her hair before he pulled away slightly, his lips still brushing hers.
She stood in the doorway uncertainly, raising an eyebrow. "Will you sleep?"
He laughed slightly, ducking his head in embarrassment before cupping her jaw with his hand and kissing her gently, his thumb brushing her cheekbone.
She pulled him to his room and opened the door, frowning.
He hesitated looking down at her for a moment before speaking. "Can I kiss you?"
She tugged gently. "My blood disintegrated..." She paused before blinking. "Oh. Right. It does that when I leave."
They stood outside her apartment and he let go of her hand, turning to her. "I'll see you soon, then?"
"Basel, come on," she said sternly, taking his hand. "I let you look at my blood, now you need to sleep."
"You should be," he agreed.
Her voice was quiet. "Where is your room? You should really sleep this off."
"I'm proud of you."
She squinted. "Basel, listen to me. Stop."
