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"Uh.. The layout.. Right?"
He glanced at her with a playful grin. "Yes?"
She laughed, but it sounded like she was crying a bit as she embraced him. "Yes. Always."
"Oh jesus.."
He said nothing more about it, looking up. "Are we ready?"
He sighed dramatically, working on the french toast.
She watched him, searching his face before sighing, sitting beside him. "I understand," she said quietly, "and it's okay. It's alright."
He pulled back. "Don't."
"Hm. Fine."
"But.. Why there?"
He would approach, also dressed quite nicely. "I hate this."
"But the cat can't get into his."
"It's okay," she said gently, although a bit nervously. "Don't worry.." She led him to a chair, circling worriedly. "What were you saying?"
"Almost," she would hear him mutter. "One second."
"Finn has a different aquarium."
She blinked, suddenly feeling ashamed of herself. "Of course! I'm sorry.. Come in."
(Yoop!)
"He'd be fine.."
"..You have a sister?"
He frowned, shutting off his computer before doing the same.
