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"Don't sit up," she said through her hands. "Let me help. We need to leave right now."
He chuckled. "I hope I'm not the death of you."
"It's okay,' he said. "I don't mind." *** "Don't you know the talk?"
She took a breath, before sobbing. "Oh my god."
He grinned at her. "I love you.'
He sighed. "Me too." *** "None."
She went to him, her eyes wide. ".. Jack?'
"Yep. I realize."
He looked to her. "I promise I'm not." *** "No cultist talk today."
She backed away, a bit nervous.
He laughed. "Just saying."
"I'm not frustrated." *** She raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"
She gasped, jumping back in surprise. "J-Jack?"
He sighed nonchalantly. "You could be wearing nothing."
He looked up at her, his brow furrowed. "What? I'm not mad.." *** "Quit that," she teased.
She didn't notice, her face buried in shoulder.
He chuckled. "I could have said worse."
He sighed. "Jeez." *** She laughed. "You're silly."
She stayed there with him, ignoring the rest of the world around her.
He laughed. "At least it wasn't just my shirt."
