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He sighed. "Fine.."
"Then you hate me because I'm a joykiller supposedly?"
She crossed her arms. "No. I'm.. I'm going to try and make an effort. Giving up is too easy."
"Don't torture me this way.."
"I like joy more than you."
She watched him, her brows furrowed. "I don't know if it means anything to you, but I missed you. Both of you."
He blinked. "Oh no."
"No."
She nodded slowly, looking resigned. "Alright."
"I suppose."
"Do you want an orange?"
"Of course. Like what?"
"I don't like ice cream."
There was some emotion in her eyes. Weariness, some sadness, and perhaps affection.
"Do you have anything planned for today?"
"Yes."
She gave a nod. "Yeah.."
He opened his hand to her, taking a sip from his coffee.
He rolled his eyes. "That's not true."
Avice glanced at the two, before heading back over, a few oranges in hand.
