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He also fell silent, feeling a little lost.
She repeated this revelation a couple of times with dry murmurs, her fingers in his shirt. "Hmm... I love you. I love you."
"Oh. Me too."
She had fallen asleep almost instantly, but she shifted in her sleep, her fingers curling in her shirt. "I love you," she told him adamantly,...
He tilted his head towards her. “What?”
Her fingers rested over his gunshot scars, her face buried in his side and she exhaled contentedly, slowly drifting off.
“It’s not a big deal,” he repeated quietly. “Everything’s okay.”
She nodded, burying her face in his chest. “I love you, Warns.”
“I hope so.”
“Oh well,” she agreed. “I might fall asleep.”
He sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She shrugged uncomfortably. “Who knows?”
“It doesn’t feel great,” he admitted. “But I’m okay.”
She frowned, seeming uncomfortable. “I told you. My life didn’t mean much to many people.”
He exhaled sharply as he laid down, taking deep breaths
"I don't think I would have been as impressive as I am now."
He took it and stood, looking tired as they headed over to the bed.
“I don’t know though. I don’t even think you and I would have met back then.”
"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked after a while.
"I don't know," she mused. "I'm not sure."
