Separate names with a comma.
"I don't hate you."
(Yoop!)
He pursed her lips. "Didn't you just say yourself?"
"Don't start this."
He pulled away once she was asleep, going back to the potion.
She said nothing for a moment. "What day is your birthday?"
"That's not right either. I don't hate either of you."
He put an arm around her, remaining quiet.
"I don't celebrate it."
"What? That's not true."
He pulled the blanket up, squeezing her hand.
She nodded. "My birthday is in February. It's coming up, but never really made a difference in the day."
"The nicknames are excessive."
He offered his hand, his expression gentle.
"Nearly 20," she replied, glancing at him. "What about you?"
"Hmph."
He moved next to her, laying down.
She grabbed an apple to cut, her expression thoughtful.
"Shame on you."
He frowned. "Well.. Yeah."
