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He scoffed. "What do you want from me, Val?" *** "I love you!"
"Quit that.."
She stood up, offering an arm to help.
"You don't believe in that." *** She kissed his cheek. "Perfect!"
He nodded slowly, his hands on her waist. "Of course.."
"I know.. I know. It's so long.."
"You should go to bed, Val. I'll stay if you want, but.. I don't want you to be disappointed when you wake uo and I'm still here." *** "Yeah!"
His blush deepened. "That can't be true."
She sighed lowly. "Oh.."
"God, Val. Obviously." He shook his head. "I thought you could see that." *** "Nope."
He cleared his throat, flushing slightly. "Ah.. So are you."
"The pigeon," she said suddenly. "The pigeon."
"You were hurt." *** "Both.."
"..Biased."
She buried her face in his neck, not saying anything more.
"What was I supposed to do?" *** "I like that."
"Well, that's flattering."
She sniffled, gripping his shirt. "I-I had to pull you from the house.. I didn't.. I didn't know if you were alive.."
He laughed warmly. "That's not what was intended, Miss Abernathy."
"He's dead in the back," she said shakily, her voice low. "The man who did it.."
