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He nodded and began jogging.
"Lead the way."
"Yeah. It's a flavor."
"Don't make me change my mind."
He paused for a moment before shaking his head, pulling away. "...Nothing. We're going to go hang your paintings, right?"
"Moose Tracks," he said immediately.
She came out of the shower a few minutes later, her hair wrapped in a towel.
He groaned slightly. "Fine. Stay close."
He paused for a moment, his gaze studying her face freely, his brows thoughtful.
"Sounds good."
She looked down at him for a moment before going to shower.
He looked over at her confusedly. "You... enjoyed this?"
He grinned, looking down at her. "We did it!"
"Sherbert?"
She looked over at him confusedly before standing up, brushing her fingers through her hair.
"No, you're not. You get so stubborn."
He didn't notice, reaching up to hang the flowers for her.
"Like what?"
She woke up for real about an hour later, sitting up slowly.
"You need to listen, Aspen," he said, sounding more tired than mad.
