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She said nothing, looking at Sawyer.
He opened his arms to her. "Right here."
"Do you have a crush on her?"
"They're smellier, too."
"It's not.. okay."
He was on the couch. "Yeah?"
"Why do you have to worry?"
"They're rabbits."
She looked up at him, obviously distressed.
(Yoop!)
She tilted her head. "You should relax."
"We'll see.'
She frowned. "What? No, I'm sure he remembers."
He smiled warmly, crossing his arms.
"What are you worried about?"
"Meh. Rabbits."
Avice picked up Sawyer. "Look, It's Da."
He nodded, stepping back. "I'll be here."
She looked up at him. "You look worried."
"Yeah, but I'm not saying I hate you."
