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She looked up at him. "Why?"
He signed, frowning slightly. "Alright."
He grinned. "I love you too." *** "Hm."
"Do you know the last time I had a drink?"
"We are?"
"No. I don't feel anything."
He opened his arms to her, kissing her cheek. *** "Yeah, okay."
"I'm not an alcoholic?"
"I'm not an addict! ..Yet."
He nodded. "I'm fine."
"I know that." *** "I know I do."
She nodded. "I like it."
"What's the second?"
He didn't move, and didn't say anything.
He gave her a grin. "Yep!" *** "Not as good as cinnamon twists."
She took a sip of the coffee, her eyes brightening. "That's less bitter!"
"Yep."
He rested his head back, looking up at ceiling. His hands were shaking.
He returned a minute later, dressed in pajamas. *** "Those too."
She pursed her lips, copying his action.
