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She seemed confused, looking back down at it. "Why do you still have it? Are you the kind of person who borrows stuff and never gives it back?"...
He turned his head towards her, burying his nose in her hair. "I love you. I'll see you in the morning."
"Someone you know?" she asked quizzically, turning to look at him thoughtfully.
He nodded slowly, reaching out for her.
She paused, her fingers brushing over the sweater with the modern logo on it. "Warner, what's this?"
"Get some rest," he mused quietly. "Yeah. That sounds nice."
She rubbed his back gently before heading into the main room, going over to his drawers to look for clothing.
He looked confused, shifting uncomfortably. "Why are you sorry?" he asked tiredly.
She looked up at him and kissed under his jaw gently. "That was nice."
He frowned, pulling his arms around protectively before relaxing slightly. His abdomen looked seriously injured. The combination of the shot to...
She stood up, bubbles still on her shoulders, and she wrapped a towel around herself, stepping out delicately.
His pillow shifted as she hugged him and she would see dark, ugly bruises and veins through his skin, injuries that hadn't been there a few hours...
She was quiet for a moment. "We should probably get up. We're getting pruny."
"It wouldn't hurt me if you were," he said plainly. "I'm blind. It sounds like I'm scarred, if your analysis is correct. I'm bruised and battered...
She paused for a moment before leaning back against him, resting her head on his chest thoughtfully. "I'm in love with you, you know," she said...
He frowned, looking down at himself. "Are you ashamed of me?"
She paused, tilting her head back to look at him, her dark brows furrowed. "I guess that's true," she allowed with a nod.
"Would we be able to get back here?"
She laughed slightly, still playing with the water, although her mood diminished somewhat. "You don't know that."
"I can't leave for a year, Aspen. Not like you did."
