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"Please stay."
She exhaled slowly, opening her eyes to look at him, the gold glinting in the sunlight. "I love you."
"Please stay here," she said quietly. "I miss you so much when you leave."
"That's alright," she said sleepily. Her hair was soft to touch, and her shampoo smelled vaguely of honeysuckle. Her wings stirred under her,...
She hesitated, looking down at the sheets again for a moment before scooting towards him, kissing him deeply.
"Please do."
She hesitated, her hand on his chest. "I want you near."
"Do you know how to braid?"
"No, you're not. It's trauma."
"Then of course I'll go with you."
She laughed embarrassedly, resting her head in his lap. "You're sweet.
"Don't fret. We'll figure this out."
She frowned, looking up at him. "Would you want that?"
"Are you falling asleep?"
He looked up, his gaze flickering over to her. "Don't worry, Avice. I'm sure this is just based in the trauma. I'll recover soon enough."
"I... I don't know. I don't like the idea of you having to go in there by yourself," she said quietly, her fingers curling in his shirt.
She paused, lifting his jaw with her fingertips and kissing him lightly, her free hand brushing through his hair.
"Yes. Hopefully. I'd hate to think I've lost my whole life."
She frowned, cupping his jaw in her hand. "You'd hate that."
She flushed, looking over at him, resting her forehead against his. "You're so sweet, Sam..."
