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"Is it me? It's okay if it's me."
"That's actually an interesting thought. What would have happened to me?"
He opened one eye. "What was that?"
"I just love you."
Mo rested his head on his front paws. "Did you make Dali?"
She just hugged him, her shoulders slumping as she slipped her arms around his waist, her face buried in his chest. "Do you not... do you not...
"Normal things? Not trying to kill me?"
He pulled the blanket up around them, sighing slightly.
"Do I have a personality?" Mo scoffed. "No."
He watched, a small smile on his lips.
She sniffled, closing the dishwasher and not looking at him.
A small, playful grin crossed her lips. "You have to know that isn't how I wanted it to happen."
He closed his eyes again. "I love you."
He looked delighted, sitting in a chair. "Wonderful!"
"Okay," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'll be here."
Her shoulders were slumped and she bit her lip, not making eye contact.
She squinted at him. "I'm not in the mood to feel connected to anything right now. You almost just killed me."
"Everything's warm and certain."
"Soon? Will you be making me a friend?"
"Oh, hush," he said, a flush crossing his cheeks. "Are you going to change?"
