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He scoffed slightly, giving up on trying to stand up. "Alright, Aspen. I don't listen to you."
"I thought you didn't love me anymore," she whimpered tiredly.
"Well, I'm tearing open my stitches trying to look at you. What did I do?"
"I love you too," she whimpered. "I'm so sorry, Warner."
"What are you doing?" he protested, struggling to sit up.
Something broke a little inside of her and tears filled her eyes and she buried her head in his shoulder, not saying anything.
"I don't know at this point, Aspen."
She frowned, looking up at him nervously. "...you do?"
He hesitated. “”Not many.”
She still seemed sad, but didn’t say anything more on it, her arms wrapping around his neck.
“I’ve been doing this for a while.”
This reaction seemed to relax her and she ran her fingers through his hair slowly.
“It won’t be.”
She considered him for a moment before slipping into his lap, cupping his jaw with her hand and kissing him.
He huffed. “I can’t do that, Aspen.”
She was quiet for a moment before crawling over to him for a moment. “Do you want me to leave?”
She looked down at him for a moment, her brows furrowed, before very deliberately sitting on the bed.
“I figured that you wouldn’t.”
“It’s bothering you,” she said with a sad little shrug. “I can keep this problem to myself so you don’t have to think about it. And who knows?...
“It’s not a big deal,” he protested. “I’m fine.”
