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She exhaled tiredly, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You're a cutie."
"Not really... construction paper?"
She blinked, looking up at him. "What?"
"Hopefully. I don't much like leaving it up to chance."
He looked up, his whole face brightening. "I love you too!"
He laughed, poking her eyebrow.
"You can, but you don't have to stay here."
"You're so cute," she said broadly.
She fell silent, looking down at the ground.
He didn't meet her gaze.
He raised an eyebrow.
"In a while," he said quietly, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms.
"Yes."
"Alright... they're not the most moral, though, are they?"
He frowned, looking down at the ground.
"Yeah...?"
"It's alright," he said gently, stepping away. "I'll try to get better."
"You do, Gabe."
"I don't even know if we can get access to it."
