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"No, you're not. You're an adult, but like.. babe.."
He seemed surprisingly despondent, as if he didn't believe her. "I don't know what to say." *** "No kisses for you."
"Still.. I'm no genius."
"But.. You're my babe.."
"Fine, Val. I'm not fine. Everything is pretty *squee!*ty right now and I constantly miss you." *** "You're dead."
"Therefore she's the genius."
"Sarcasm?"
"Val.." *** "No. It's too weird to kiss dead people."
"My mom taught me."
"I'm fine." *** "I guess.. I can't kiss you anymore."
"But.. You're my babe?"
"Nah. That's not me."
"Fine," he replied, his tone alnost defensive. *** She rested her head on his chest. "I will never forget you."
She grinned at him. "Hard to tell."
He took a bite of his food, and seemed pleased with his cooking. "This works."
"It's okay. I promise."" *** "Babe."
"Somewhat."
He smiled slightly, but said nothing more.
"Okay.." *** "I'm sorryyy."
"..Are you sure?" *** "I'm sorry."
