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"It means you're smart and you have pants. One of those things, I'd like to rectify."
She frowned, looking up at him. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Apparently, I do that."
"You have to watch closely," he said quietly, his gaze darting from a pine to an oak tree. "And there's a superiority complex. Plus, they don't...
"I love you too."
"It is?" he asked, worry crossing his face as he pulled back.
"Okay, then. Smarty pants."
“Maybe? I was in a lab and it was filling with water until I could create the correct potion to stop it.”
He shrugged slightly, looking around. “As I say, they’re terrible gossips.”
“A little.”
He laughed slightly, cupping his jaw in her hand. “Good.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Nah. I was having a weird dream, though.”
“They’re not very nice.”
“Oh, that’s a relief.”
“It’s cute that I like you?”
“Or pick something you like more.”
She laughed slightly, turning her head into his chest. “Worried it was someone else?”
“It’s a long process, and I have to stand still, but yes.”
“You really are my favorite.”
“I do.”
