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She squeezed his hand. "Do we need to pick up dog food?"
"Yeah," she said, "but I doubt we'll have to worry about money too much."
He shook his head, his brow furrowing. "Poppy, just get back into bed and I will too, okay?"
She shook her head. "You're an amazing guy. I still love you."
She nodded. "Should we start today, then?"
He crossed his arms, his voice stern but caring. "Don't be stubborn. Just lay down, okay? You don't have to sleep on the couch."
"It's too late," she teased. "I'm in love."
She nodded excitedly. "When would we begin?"
He stopped, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Poppy, no. I feel fine. I can already tell you have a fever. Lay down and I'll get you some water.'
She kissed his cheek. "I'm in love with a god."
She beamed. "I love that idea, except I have no idea how to build houses."
He frowned, standing up. "Obviously you're sick now.. I'm not really sure what to do. I'll get you some water."
"It believes in you?" She grinned. "That's supportive."
She leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Me too. It will be lovely."
He hesitated, before sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching over to her and brushing her cheek. "Are you feeling okay?"
"And what does Arloism believe in?"
She pursed her lips. "I'm excited for it."
His eyes fluttered, and he turned his head to her. Frowing, he sat up, feeling her forehead before standing, his brow furrowed with worry.
"Is that so?"
She nodded brightly. "That sounds good to me."
