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"Urela?"
She ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you."
"I'm fine," she said, her brow furrowed. "I don't... I'm fine."
He dozed off, his lips slightly parted.
"Let's go to... hm... Describe a place."
He closed his eyes and fell silent.
"I wasn't allowed to choose!"
"You sing beautifully."
"What? Why would you do that?"
"You're so cute, though."
"I don't need a doctor," she said, dropping her hands. "I basically am a doctor. I don't need one."
"I love you," he murmured.
"By the water."
"Sorry, baby."
She frowned, coming over to him. She was still wearing her pajamas, and the cuff of her shirt brushed his cheek as she held his face in her hands....
He closed his eyes, sighing slightly.
"A rowboat."
Her laugh was warm in his ear. "Jerk."
She came out about 15 minutes later, her red hair dripping with water. She looked at him, her brows furrowed. "What?"
He buried his face in her neck.
