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She raised her hands in surrender. "I'm sorry. I won't do it."
"But what?"
She fixed his buttons, her lips pursed. "Why not? You'll be there to keep danger away and then I can talk to you."
"What did I say?"
She went over to help him, her brows furrowed. "Then I want to come with."
"It is?"
"Why? What is it for?"
"Thank you."
"Rowan.. Please?"
"Oh. Sorry. Honk."
"We haven't spoken in days. Why haven't you come out of here? You're sick, Row."
"I said honk, too."
She frowned. "I think we should talk, Row."
"You said it to me!"
She sighed, squeezing his hand. "You could skip today, you know. We could talk."
"I honk you too."
She frowned. "About to leave? Where to?"
"I love you too."
She offered her hand. "Checking in on you. I was worried."
He laughed. "Honk."
