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"Because of me. You smoked because of me."
"You haven't drunk frequently."
He chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
She pulled out a file, leaning against the wall.
"No, Craw," she said, shaking her head as her fingers curled in his shirt. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault."
"No, but seriously..."
"My favorite."
She moved away from him and went back to the file cabinet.
"It's no wonder you had to go smoke. You must be ridiculously stressed."
"Avice," he said, hesitance in his voice, "maybe you should slow down..."
"No. You're the cutest."
"No, but you've been having to deal with all of my crazy *squee!* on top of it. I'm sorry."
"Not at all."
"I would never do that."
She rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I haven't made this easy on you."
"Oh, baby, this won't be a challenge."
"Untrue."
She shook her head, scooting over on her bed. "C'mere."
She nodded, clearly relieved. "Thank you."
He squinted before taking two in a row.
