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"I know.. I just don't want you to." *** "Yay!"
She blinked before remembering the knife. Sharply pulling her hand back, she took it in her free hand, plunging it at him.
It hit him, and he blinked in surprise. "Rude."
"I don't want you to die." *** "It's too late."
"Well, I'm not very anxious to see him.. Please don't make us.."
He took down the lamp, before working on the tent.
"..Do you want me to die?" *** "Too bad."
"N-No.."
He chuckled, pulling on the rest of his clothes before stepping out.
"I know that." *** "Well I think it's cute when you blush."
She looked down at Aubrey, her brows furrowed, before stepping away.
He squeezed her hand. "And fun."
"No, Val.. I don't hate you." *** "Yuh huh."
She pulled Aubrey closer protectively. "Please don't.."
He sighed. "Fiiine."
He didn't say anything more, just kept his eyes on the road. *** "But.. it's so cute."
She moved back, her eyes wide in terror and sadness. "..Why?"
"We definitely are."
He went quiet, keeping his eyes on the road. "Maybe I should take you to the doctor." *** "Why not?"
She rushed to the back door, trying to open it with fear.
