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He folded some blankets, his eyes thoughtful.
Avice wrapped her arms around the baby easily, but kept her arms loose.
"Because I love you too, but we can't be together anymore, and I'm starting to believe that you don't love me." *** "The front pocket!"
He frowned slightly, but nodded. "Yeah. Let's do that."
She shifted, her fingers gripping the blankets.
"Yesterday when you got hurt and I stabbed the monster." *** (!!HSHN2I9!)
"I know. It's okay."
She rested her head against him, her lips parted slightly as she took short, shaly breaths.
"Because you told me you loved me." *** She smiled slightly, watching him curiously as they went.
He sighed, before kissing her forehead.. "Don't worry. It's okay."
She remained asleep, her expression looking less worried than when awake.
"I'm sad," he repeated in agreement, watching out the window. *** She nodded, taking his hand. "Yeah. Let's go."
"..That's not funny."
She rested her head back, shutting her eyes. It took only moments before she drifted off.
"Of course I'm drunk!" he said incredulously. "Don't people drink when they're sad?" *** She smirked. "Alright then."
He frowned. "Poppy.."
She nodded, sitting down with a small sigh.
"Me?! You're worried about me?" *** "So I should check your front pockets now?"
"Of course. I wouldn't have you as anyone else."
"I'm tired," she said easily. "I'm tired."
