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She pursed her lips. "It'd make me feel better knowing I helped any."
Her eyes were wide, and she took a quiet breath. "..You could do that again.."
"Let me help you," she asked. "Please?"
She seemed surprised, her eyes fluttering shut as they kissed. He would be able to feel her quick heartbeat as she kissed him back.
She placed her hand over his gently. "Should we try and get you back into bed now?"
He took it, standing. "Let's go find a show."
She smiled slightly. "Well I was just saying. You're a favorite."
"I shouldn't have left you earlier," she said gently. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm sorry."
"I said to feel responsible. Those are two different things."
She put a finger to her lips. "Well perhaps I wouldn't have to reword things if you didn't shoot them down the first time."
She watched him, her eyes thoughtful and brows furrowed. After a moment, she leaned down to kiss him, her hands trembling ever so slightly. "I...
He grinned. "Wonderful. Thank you."
"So? That doesn't mean you can't be a favorite. I have a lot of favorite things. Everyone does."
She shrugged hopelessly. "I feel like I'm not good for anything."
"I realize. I'm just making myself feel responsible."
She nodded. "My two favorite things together! You and the water!"
"Well.. Then it's neither of our faults."
"No, no. I'll pay."
She grinned. "I would love to."
"Because it's not your fault. I don't think it's your fault."
