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"You're welcome"
"Do I look tired?"
He paused, looking over at her. "You did?"
She shook her head, resting her forehead on his sternum. "I don't think... I don't think this is going to work..."
"You look very pretty."
"But I'm not tired anymore, right?"
"Because you can't answer."
She was trembling greatly, her tears not ceasing. “You... you should sleep. You need to rest...”
“I see. Mission accomplished.”
“Why?”
“We’re going to have a problem.”
She shook her head, trying to catch her breath. “It’s not your fault. I should have figured it out.”
“Do you normally stash flowers in your hair?”
“Come on. Let’s go find a place to set on fire.”
“It’s clearly something.”
Her fingers curled in his shirt and she shook with sobs, her whole body trembling.
He grinned, looking down at it. “Thank you.”
“I’m done with this.”
“What?!”
She came over to him, her body shaking and she took a deep breath. She slipped into the cot next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
