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"Fine," he said pointedly. "Do that."
She laughed slightly, shaking her head. "Nah. I had every encounter with Gabe under control," she teased, glancing at him out of the corner of...
"God, Craw! Someone like you can't say that to someone like me!"
She nodded slowly, relaxing in his arms. "I loved when you would say that to me."
"I could go in my pajamas."
"It's my pleasure."
"It's cruel and unusual punishment."
"What did you used to call me? Beethead?"
“Oh. Now?”
She shot him a small smile. “I don’t mean any offense. It’s almost a compliment; only one other person has gotten that close to killing me before.”
“Thank you for having me.”
“So is making me blush.”
She looked up at him sleepily. “I used to call you that before the attack. Don’t you remember?”
“Where? I thought we were going to the market.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t I come with you? You’re going to leave me with someone who the only thing I know about them is that they have a...
“I’m glad to be here.”
“A Jerk.”
“That’s even worse, Bug.”
He began to cleanup, cleaning the kitchen.
She squinted at him and the slightest smirk crossed her lips “Right...” she said, sounding as if she didn’t believe him. “Let’s go get it then.”
