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She smiled slightly. "Tu es mon tout et le serai toujours, même si de mauvaises choses arrivent."
"A bonding moment," he replied, his voice light.
He turned to look at her. "What?"
She took his hand, entwining their fingers as her voice went soft. "Tu es tout pour moi."
He rested his head against her. "Really? I'm glad."
He chuckled. "Perfect."
She squeezed him tightly. "I love you."
He flushed slightly. "Huh?"
He looked up curiously.
She watched him gently, her expression kind. "Hey, Jack?"
He nodded. "I hope so."
He nodded into the blanket, pointing to a dresser. "Wings?"
"What did you say? On you? If you insist."
"She shouldn't. We'll teach her that they're lovely."
After he finished the dishes, he went and made the bed nicely, changing into pajamas and flopping down.
"Nauseous. Don't worry. I probably won't barf.'
He grinned. "And freckles."
He nodded, cleaning out the dishes.
"But I have to sneeze.. It might be both. I feel unwell and like I have to sneeze."
"She has it."
