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He raised an eyebrow. "Yes I will."
He frowned. "I like joy."
"Ba-" She stopped herself. "Jack, don't worry. It's fine."
"If either of us were a serial killer, it would be you."
"The tilt?"
She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "Jack.. I know."
"There is no good reason."
"Yes."
She cocked her head, a slight frown on her face as she headed over.
"Yes you are.."
"No, I'll do it."
She squinted at him, but went and did so in the sink.
He crossed his arms. "Mean."
"Going to clean up?"
She looked up slightly. "Yeah.. That sounds good."
"Hmph."
He sighed, following to get paper towels.
She passed him the clothes, not meeting his gaze.
"Behave myself?"
He shrugged. "Good point."
