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He did so, his eyes warm. "I love you."
"I do not hate joy."
Avice was not sitting with them, instead off to the side, picking from the nearby fruit tree.
He laughed warmly. "Fine."
"I am very real."
She frowned, standing up as she saw a nearby orange tree.
He chuckled. "You've made that clear."
"That sounds fake."
Her voice was soft and quiet. She hoped he would remain asleep. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm here for you, too. I'm so sorry."
"It can get you some places.:
"You sure about that?"
She watched him quietly, her eyes thoughtful and airing as her eyes traced his features."
"Holidays are alright," he said. "I like spending them with you."
"I can be classy. Can you?"
Avice sat, hugging her knees close to her chest as she watched elsewhere.
"And I'm not really surprised."
"How could you love a person like me?"
She looked back at Aubrey, taking a deep breath. "Okay. Okay."
"Don't worry. It'll get better."
"We aren't in a classy place to begin with."
