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"Not if you have a phobia of it.."
He smiled warmly, putting an arm around her. "We'll have a lovely time."
She stole a glance at him, her expression could only be described as puppy love, her eyes completely filled with adoration.
"But you like it. I want to be able to enjoy it as well."
He headed for the door, pulling on his own coat.
She relaxed, laying to rest her head next to his. "Anything," she murmured. "Anything you'd like."
"I'm sure you are. It's just not for me."
"I will," he reassured. "No worries."
She nodded, looking embarrassed. "I love your voice."
He seemed doubtful. "Hm.. If you say so."
He gave her a kiss. "Don't worry, my love. Most of it is sitting anyways."
She looked down with embarrassment, a grin on her face. "Could you.. Could you sing to me? You don't have to.."
He looked unsure. "You can fly if you'd like.. I don't know about myself.."
He nodded. "Let's eat first, catch a show, and walk back."
Her hand ran through his hair as she hesitated. "Sometimes I think about the time before we were together." She smiled slightly. "You used to be...
"It was with a heavy heart," he teased.
"Well.. Why not all?"
"I know," she said quietly. "Sometimes.. Peace would be nice. I just want us to be safe."
"I have it quite often."
He nodded, a smile on his face. "So what are your plans?"
