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"Never," she replied simply. "I love you."
His brows furrowed, and it took him a moment before he slid it back.
(Yoop!)
"Not tomorrow either," she said, looking up at him
He looked at it suspiciously, his brows furrowed.
He sighed, shutting his eyes.
She shook her head. "Don't die. For my birthday wish, don't die."
He pursed his lips, watching her.
He reached his hand up, resting it on her jaw as a lovely warmth would have spread through her, starting where he touched.
"Still not old."
"So first three crates of Sprite and now this, huh?'
He frowned, keeping her close.
She chuckled. "Oh, stop it. You're 29. That's not old."
He looked around the room, taking in the details, noting his good arm was trapped. "So, uh.. Hey."
He gave a small sigh of relief. "I love you too."
"I'm only four years younger than you. What does that make me?"
He woke a little while later, jerking awake in surprise.
He sighed, saying nothing more.
"No, of course not. I don't think you're old."
(Short zoop?)
