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"It seems like it should be."
"Nothing."
"And I'm going to die alllllll aloooooone."
"At least they won't be now."
He raised his blade, hesitating, before putting it down. "I'd rather not."
"Darn," she mumbled under her breath.
"No. Just that I'm so oblivious that you'll grow annoyed with and desert on this island forever, to spend the rest of my days by myself."
"I would be disappointed otherwise," he teased.
"I don't have a fondness for you," he snapped. "That's not me."
She flushed slightly. "You're hair is soft.. And I like being close to you.'
"Precisely."
He yawned, turning slightly.
He was quiet. "I don't know!"
"I could dry your hair, if you'd like."
"I'm in mortal danger now."
He kissed her hair. "I love you."
"I am not fond."
She nodded slowly, a small grin on her face "That happens sometimes."
"Huh?"
"It's nice waking up to you again."
