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"I can accept that."
"Rabbits and Roses."
He sat on her lap lightly with a cocky grin. "So, what are we watching?"
"You definitely are."
She was quiet, her hand on his chest. "I couldn't do this without you."
"Save you."
"You know me. I smell like roses."
He took her hand, leading her to the couch.
"You are!"
"Being with you, just like old times..."
"Okay. Good. I don't want to have to come bail you out."
"Not stinky at all."
"C'mon. We'll find something."
"You're so biased."
She buried her face in his chest, murmuring contentedly. "That sounds so perfect, you can't even believe."
"I'm serious!"
"See? I'm not stinky at all!"
"What's your favorite?"
"I think you're biased."
"I'd love to," she said, opening her arms to him.
