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"Yeah, but if you don't like me, then I have no reason to be here." *** "Okay. Fact."
She grinned, her fingers idly playing with his hair. "Seriously, though."
"Well, if you like someone in all forms, doesn't that mean you love them?"
"Not if you don't like me back." *** She chuckled. "I suppose so."
She rested her head on him, nodding slightly. "I think you're getting better at this.:
He joined her, moving to wrap his arms around her. "I love you too."
"If you don't like me, then I'm really leaving." *** "A gossiper?" She teased. "You must watch reality television."
She nodded agreeably. "Right. I like your hugs."
He squinted at her as he got dressed. "Would you rather me wear no clothes?"
"If you step out that door it means you don't like me." *** She shrugged. "Didn't quite think that through."
"How convenient," she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I like hugging you too."
He rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't have clothes on, so I'm going to put them on."
He shook his head. "You're lying. Lying is bad. You like me enough." *** "What if it's something bad?"
She laughed. "Sort of. I mean, it's an option."
He smiled softly at her, holding his clothes. "Hey. I just need to get dressed real quick."
"You're joking," he said brightly. "I'm not dumb." *** She nodded. "It is."
She smiled, her head tilted slightly. "I would never judge you in a negative way. Besides, you're learning."
"Nope." *** She chuckled. "A sacred pact."
A bit later, Francis entered the bedroom, grabbing clothes from the dresser.
"Nervewracking?" she asked with a small laugh. "It's just me."
