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She didn't reply again, beginning to load the dishwasher.
"Does it help me figure out how I died?" she asked.
He closed his eyes again. "I think I'm still dreaming."
"Did you make anything cool?"
He put on the pants before poking her back.
She didn't look at him, turning on the sink.
"I can fly?" she asked incredulously. "Since when?"
"I missed you..."
"How was your day, Aspen?"
He looked down at the pants before looking at her. "Turn around."
She looked crestfallen, dropping her hand and slipping off his lap. She began to clean up the plates, her brow furrowed.
"Did you just do that?" she asked, landing on the floor. "Or was that me?"
He relaxed, kissing her. "You're here..."
"I will be on watch mode tonight."
"That's why I love you."
She raised an eyebrow and tugged his earlobe.
"I could have died. For real this time," she said flatly, looking up at him.
He stirred slightly. "Av...?"
Dali nodded before casting a furtive glance at Mo. "Not to be presumptuous, Aspen," he said worriedly, "but are you sure he should be here?" "I...
"They're overrated," he said, buttoning up his shirt.
