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"No, you."
"Same thing, really."
He frowned, looking down at the ground again.
"That means you seem to get enjoyment out of teasing me."
Her brow furrowed and she shook her head slowly. "I... I don't know. I didn't really read it that thoroughly. I was just doing it out of...
"Stop what?"
"Well, I guess this is just where I live now. On your bed."
He looked sweetly unsure of what to do with the praise, looking down as if confused. "I'm not doing that well," he muttered. "I can't even kiss...
"It depends on the contract."
"What?"
He laughed slightly, stumbling onto the bed. "I love you."
"You're you."
He looked appalled, stepping closer to her. "Oh, God... don't cry, please don't cry."
"We did... I don't know. That was almost six years ago."
"Is it because I ate the plate?"
"More than that."
"Are you sure you weren't?"
He hesitated before leaning forward, kissing her cheek. "I'll keep trying."
"We can't really sue our own government, right?"
"You seem sad."
