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He dropped his hand and sighed. "We'll be okay. We'll figure this out."
"I'm the reason why we're both hurting right now. Me and my stupid brain."
She frowned, sitting down on the ground and focusing.
He sighed heavily, looking terribly sad. "I know. I really, really like you too. I just..."
She noticed, her brow furrowing as she pulled the blankets closer around her. "...I don't deserve it."
She frowned, squirming slightly. "This one's hard..."
"I don't think you can," he said quietly, his voice soft. "Don't fret. It isn't your fault."
"You don't need to do all this... we aren't together anymore, I'm not your concern."
She focused, considering his words.
He looked over at her, hesitating. He reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of her face gently, his brow furrowed. "Don't be. It isn't your...
She looked over at him gratefully, her brow furrowed. "Why are you being so good to me?"
She extended a hand, her brow furrowed.
He laughed shortly, his brows furrowed. "You don't think I haven't tried?"
She seemed confused. "Did you light it again? It was going out..." She frowned, running a hand through her hair. "Wasn't it? God, this cough...
"No, no, I should try this. Give me a second."
He looked down at her, his brow furrowed. "I'm getting married," he said quietly, his brow furrowed. "I don't have a choice."
She looked over at the fire, her brow furrowed in confusion. "It's going..."
She looked nervous. “I’m not very good at fire.”
He looked a mixture of relieved, amused, and distraught. “Well, I obviously have feelings for you too, Av. So what do we do?”
She nodded, pulling a blanket around her. “Aren’t you cold?”
