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She looked down at him, her brows furrowed. "I've tried it before. It doesn't work," she said, tilting her head slightly.
"I believe you."
He rolled his eyes, kissing the top of her nose.
"Nothing too scary."
"I don't want them," she repeated, shaking her head. "I'm fine."
"Sure you are."
"Don't."
"I don't know. I'm just bored, I guess."
She stiffened slightly, sitting up. "I don't want them."
"Thank you."
"Please don't be sad."
"What about you?"
She looked up at him, frowning. "What?"
"Just slow down. That's all I ask."
"Is this because I called you a salmon?"
"A kingpin. Standard *squee!*."
"It's alright," she said, burying her face in his neck. "It's alright."
"C'mon, baby. Slow down. You just drank four shots."
"You okay?"
"Maybe..."
