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"I won't go, okay?" she said, holding his face in her hands. "I'll stay with you. I won't go."
He stretched, his back cracking. He paused, opening his eyes. "I'm an old man."
"Good. Go."
"That's true..."
She took a deep breath and kneeled next to him, nodding slowly. "Okay. I... okay."
He took them, yawning tiredly.
She sighed, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, it will."
"Bullies can fall in love."
She hesitated, looking down at the ground for a moment. "They... they wouldn't do that..."
"We could do that," he agreed, sitting up slightly.
"My skin won't melt off. Yours will."
"I do."
She nodded, satisfied, before pulling Sawyer into her arms.
"No, I just..." she exhaled slowly. "Look, someone needs to go back to our kids, right? One of us does. I did something really, really bad. I...
"We could go outside. Or we could just stay here."
"Yes, but I'm me. I've been trained for this. You, clearly, have not."
"Have you met me? I'm a bit of a bully."
"No. I'm never gonna do that."
"No," she said instantly, her caregiving side taking over. She came over to him, reaching out to hold his jaw in her hands. "No, I wasn't. But......
He pulled her close, stretching slightly and glancing out the window. "It's pretty out."
