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"Not... not bad. Okay."
"Sam," she said slowly, lifting his chin with her hand. "You cannot doubt that you're good."
"It is," he agreed, "but no matter."
She laughed as they zoomed towards Zad.
"So... it's just weird, then?"
"Yes, and...?"
"Oh... I see...?"
"I am."
"Do you regret it?" he asked, looking panicked.
"Yeah. Good."
He seemed confused, his brow furrowing.
"I'm doing way better."
He looked up at her. "What?"
She shuddered, her wings brushing his arms. "Thank you for being so good."
"What is that?"
She headed towards the ground faster and faster. "I'm winning."
They got to their cabin on the boat and Tuck set down their bags on the bed.
She buried her face in his shoulder, her arms slipping around his waist. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm like this."
"Street..." he said slowly.
"Of course it is."