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She smiled. "I love you too."
Sam frowned. "It's probably better.'
"That's just your upper lip."
She looked up again. "Okay."
"..Yes."
"They smell."
She looked down. "We don't have to. I was just wondering."
He sighed, saying nothing more."
"Nope."
"Can I celebrate your birthday?" she asked quietly. "I won't make it big or anything..'
"Yeah? It's just sparing the awkwardness. I still see her, of course.'
"No."
She picked up her fork, quiet before looking up at him.
"I'm not insecure about our relationship," he said easily. "I'm insecure about myself, if you must know."
"No, not me.. I've never found any I've liked."
"I see, I see," she teased, taking a seat. "It has been amazing."
He frowned. "She's not possessed. Besides, I'm trying to get better. Not just for me, but for her, too. I want her to be happy."
"I guess.."
"Oh, hush.."
"What do you mean by that?"
