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"Good plan."
"So it's given me a heart attack this whole time."
He flushed slightly before grinning boyishly at her. "I like you a lot too."
She reached up and brushed his hair back slowly.
She took a deep breath and held it, her brows furrowed in worry.
"Nuh huh."
She gave him a stern look. "You've shot everyone."
"What?"
Her wings folded over his arms and she rested her head on his chest. "Love you too..."
She looked down for a moment, her brow furrowed before she took it, her hand fitting easily with his.
He laughed out loud, kissing her forehead. "Are not."
She hesitated before putting a hand on the gun. "Can I do it?"
He kissed her palm. "Good."
"Thank you. Me too," she said warmly, wrapping her arms around his waist.
She paused before coming over to him with a grin. "I was born ready."
"Pie."
Poppy looked up at him for a moment as a few bullets whizzed past them. "What do we do?"
"Are you feeling okay? Your antler and everything?"
"So, that's nice."
They got up to the roof and Petra tipped her head back, looking up at the stars with a furrowed brow before sweeping her intense gaze across the city.
