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"Then you can stay here with me," she said hopefully. "We can have fun here, right?"
"That's mean. I just got back."
He took it. "Thanks."
She blinked. "Me? No.. Not today."
"Yup."
He followed, his arms crossed.
"Oh, stop it. You're absolutely lovely."
She went quiet, her hand on the side of his neck.
"Just saying. What's a scientist without data?"
He nodded slowly. "Sure."
"Or both."
She smiled against his lips, her hand on his shoulder. "I love you."
"Unless you're a fake scientist."
He nodded, reattaching his arm with a click and a whir. "Sounds good."
"You're such a gentleman.."
She blushed lightly before kissing him deeply.
"Scientists always use data."
"Yes!"
"I want to."
She gave him another, small kiss. "How come?"
