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"Then I suppose there's no choice."
"I didn't know what to think," she said quietly. "I just.. I ran in and everything was on fire.."
"..I should probably go." *** "Mostly you."
"Oh, really?"
"I-I don't know. I wasn't there soon enough.. I just let it happen."
"No," he replied, nonchalantly covering the cut on his arm. "You have a scratch om her head."
"That's my goal," he teased.
She was quiet for a moment. "..I'm sorry."
He gave a slight nod. "Of course." *** "Yep."
"A good, cute way."
She stayed close to him, her eyes down. "How are your hands?"
His tone was awkward. "Well.. Bye." *** "Just you, mostly."
"Yeah, pretty much."
She nodded slowly. "Okay. Let's do that."
"I know," he said quietly. "You hit your head, I think. I'll just go."
"I am not the nerd here, Poppy. I got it from you."
She looked somewhat uncomfortable. "Maybe you could go inside?"
"Well I wasn't intending on going there." *** "Yep."
He chuckled. "I see."
"Please?"
