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She was quiet, thinking about what Lark had said to her awhile ago. She brushed the scars on his arm quietly. "Where did you get your scars?"
He went to the edge of bed, reaching out the wire to press the buttons on the television.
She watched out the window a moment more before going to him, crawling into his arms.
(Mep!)
He grinned brightly, holding her gently. "I love you, too."
She frowned, watching him. "I'll like it. I'll find a way to like it."
She turned back to the ocean, her eyes warm."
He grabbed it and opened it, pulling out a wire hanger. "I know," he replied, undoing it to form a straight wire line. "This.. is our T.V. stick."
"That sounds scary.."
She nodded. "Be back soon."
He pulled her back, his eyes bright.
"Running!? Out there!?"
"You're smelly."
He laughed, doing so.
"You told me to yell at it! It made it worse!"
She rolled her eyes, kissing his nose. "Fine. I'm sure you're okay. I doubt you need a shower."
He pursed his lips, looking around. "Can you reach my bag?"
She made a small noise, moving backwards in fear, her arms over her head.
She laughed. "You said it yourself!"
He moved back, sitting cross-legged. "Let's put on a movie."
