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She chuckled embarressedly. "I didn't do anything."
She blinked. "What? What do you mean?"
"I could say the same for you."
She held out more peanuts. "Okay, fine."
"Yeah, but I upset you. I didn't mean to do that. I just.. I'm sorry."
He chuckled. "You have."
"You were five."
She leaned against him, looking down again. "Are you okay?"
"I guess not."
"Adorable, but still different."
She glanced at him, her movements nervous. "I love you."
"That is different."
He chuckled. "I'm sorry."
She watched silently, her eyes bleary as she said nothing.
"That's what I thought."
"I don't really have a favorite.."
Eventually it stopped bleeding, and she watched her hands, which were still covered from it.
"Excuse me, but what was that?"
"It's an okay movie," he amended, "just not my favorite."
She held her hand up to her nose, before frowning. "Okay."
