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She pulled out a pair of pajamas and turned to him.
There was a silence from downstairs.
"You're okay with that?"
"Do I?"
She nodded, heading for the bedroom.
Poppy sat on the couch , her hands on her knees as she stared blankly ahead.
"Both, I guess?"
"I can tell."
"We can get it when we're both warm."
His response seemed to hurt her, although she seemed to understand. She nodded slightly and left the room, heading down the stairs.
He frowned. "So, it's just goodbye?"
"Did you? Did you have fun?"
"Come change."
She looked uncertain, watching him. "I don't know... should I?"
"That's... huh. Okay."
He laughed, leaning into her touch. "It was alright. How was yours?"
"Aren't... a-aren't you cold t-too?"
She was tense in his arms, but she nodded, burying her face in his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"Until when?"
He brightened when he saw her. "Hey."
