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"When?"
"I dunno. I just don't like it too much."
"Just one more second?" she asked, her tone quiet.
"Obviously you have never made clothes, so yes. Patience is a virtue.'
"Eh.. It's alright, I suppose."
She embraces him gently, wiping at a cut on her lip. "Let me.."
"I can do patience," she said. "Easy."
"I love you!"
She went to him, going to wrap her arms around him, but hesitating. "I think you're brain is admirable and lovely."
"It's going to all work out."
He took her hand. "Stay with me."
"I must have done something wrong.. and I'm sorry."
Callie smiled. "Lovely."
"Please don't."
She winced for a moment, her grip tightening. "I'm.. I'm sorry I made you cross. I didn't mean to."
She smiled, but kept her hand out carefully.
"No. I've never been more offended. Honestly."
Her voice silent for a moment, before she spoke lowly. "I killed him."
She didn't move, her lips pursed nervously.
He rolled his eyes. "Can't you see it on my expression?"
