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She blushed but tilted her head. "You're the one who's around. I'm permanently here." * * * "Great. Want to fly?"
She laughed slightly. "Confident, aren't we?" * * * He looked at her askance. "Anything mischievous. Duh."
"You have a lot of things going for you," she said, setting her field guide on the side table and leaning back against the pillows. * * *...
She laughed in surprise. "I didn't expect you to. It was a gift." * * * He squinted at her. "No mischief."
She nodded, braiding her hair nervously. “Sure.” *** “Why would you have to sneak in?”
She tore it out gently before offering it to him. • • • He reached over and brushed his finger through her hair. “Want to go to my house.”
“I’m glad,” she said. “Do you want to keep it?” *** He rolled his eyes before fluttering his wings. “Where would you like to go?”
She looked up at him with a nervous, but sweet smile before ruffling his hair gently.
She shook her head slowly, looking down at the ground. “That’s tiring. I’m sorry. I’ll work on it.”
Her frown deepened and she looked down, her fingers twisting themselves nervously. “...sorry.”
She frowned at him, tilting her head slightly. “That doesn’t mean anything other than I’m naive. Most people already understand the truths about...
She frowned, her brow furrowing. “My mind? What do you mean?” *** “Exactly.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Then you need to refine your interpretation of beauty, Cass,” she said quietly. “It’s flawed.” *** “It’s charming, really.”
She scoffed slightly, looking up at him. “I have a bandage over my face, a black eye and hair that is frizzier than God. But I appreciate it.”...
She also looked embarrassed, saying nothing as she looked down again. * * * "I suppose. Privately, at least."
"Sorry," she said hastily, covering her face. "Sorry. It's true, though. You're beautiful." * * * He kissed her cheek lightly. "I do."
"You're just..." She cleared her throat. "You're really... you know. You're really handsome." * * * "I do, but we're not cutesy like that. We're...
Her flush deepened and she pursed her lips in embarrassment. * * * "Be all cutesy."
"I do too," she murmured, looking up at him. * * * "We're not going to do this."
She flushed, glancing down embarrassedly. * * * "For... tapping your head?"
