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"Pfft. Me? I don't lie."
He frowned, but went to get a blanket, returning to gently put it over her."
"Okay. When you wake up, then."
He squinted. "..Yes."
He kissed the top of her head, before shifting slightly, carefully removing the coat.
She moved to kiss him, a small smirk on her face. "Noted."
"That's mean. You're being mean!"
He chuckled. "Thank you. I like cooking for you."
"So you get excited?'
He shook his head. "No way!"
"Throughout my childhood. She's a good cook."
She blinked, but grinned. "You don't keep a steady heart beat?"
"I am not. You are."
"I was close to my mom," he told her thoughtfully. "My dad was okay, I suppose."
She rolled her eyes. "No fair."
"A lot, but they all amass into the fact that you're you."
He pursed his lips. "There's not much else to say."
She flushed slightly, but kissed his jaw. "I love you too."
"No, it's only one of them! One."
He laughed slightly. "It is?"
