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"Hmph. Fine."
"Do you?" she asked amusedly. "What if I looked at you right now and told you that I wanted a relationship with you?"
"No, it's okay. Are you alright?"
"I guess..."
"I've been down this road before, Warner," she said flatly. "I know how to preserve this in this perfect little bubble of platonic making out. You...
"Hmm... what's happening?"
"Neither can I," he admitted.
"What do you mean?" she asked, standing up next to the bed.
He shifted, waking slowly. "Hmm..?"
"Well, tough. We're doing it."
Her smile faded a little, and she sat up, her hand brushing his sternum before she slipped off of him. "None of that," she said, pulling her...
He was asleep next to her, stretched out.
"About... homicide?"
"I'm not special. I'm just here," she said, brushing a thumb along his cheekbone.
He started writing.
He was quiet for a moment. "Fine."
She laughed, shaking her head at his reply. "You're funny."
He brushed his fingers through her hair before heading to the desk.
"I was joking!"
She laughed lightly, holding his jaw in her hand. "Am I special? Is that what you're saying?"
