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She sat up, watching him thoughtfully from the bed.
"I might, if you don't mind. I get claustrophobic back home."
She sat back in the bed, squinting at him thoughtfully.
"Hmph. Fine."
"Probably..."
She cuddled up to him, and as he watched, she drifted off to sleep, her fingers curled in his shirt.
"How will you even find me a hat?"
She planted a small kiss on his sternum before closing her eyes. "Okay. I love you, Zads."
She rested her head in his neck, closing her eyes. "Are we stinky? I'm pretty sure we're stinky."
She laughed lightly, clearly not expecting him to follow through. "Alright, then."
She leaned her forehead against his for a moment, the expression in her face nothing short of adoration. "Thank God. I really, really didn't...
She nodded agreeably, reaching for him.
“Hm. Tell you what, if you get me a hat, I’ll wear it,” she replied primly, folding her hands primly.
Something like relief swept over her and she kissed him deeply, her hands curled in his shirt. “Oh my God. I thought I wasn’t going to see you...
"A little. It's one in the morning."
"Oh, I definitely am," she said. "But that's just how I speak."
She frowned, her brow furrowing. "But... you'll be able to visit and I'll remember you? I'll know who you are?"
"It really is," she said, scooting over to him and kissing him lightly.
"Kings normally wear crowns," she said with a shrug.
She looked up at him after a moment, her voice quiet and sad. "You won't be able to come back with me, will you?" she asked, her brow furrowed....
