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"I love you too," he said quietly, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone.
"I'm also sorry about earlier."
She nodded, sliding back in the chair.
He grinned, kissing her forehead. "Of course you do."
"I'm sorry."
She came back a few minutes later, the egg still in her hand. "She didn't want it."
"It's what you said to me."
He frowned. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
She took a handful of the omelette and left the room.
"Uh huh. Sure. You meant to tell me that you hate me and want me to die."
He frowned, watching her nervously. "Are you alright?"
"I'll go give her some."
"Oh, good. I was worried you wouldn't know what you were saying."
"Let's head back, okay?"
"She can have some of my eggs!"
He pulled away slightly, a smile on his face. "So that's a yes, right?"
"Here. We should get that fixed up."
"Then why doesn't she want to eat it anymore?"
He blinked before his face softened and he kissed her, his hand on her jaw.
"I really am sorry."
