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He grinned. "Knew it." *** "Maybe. I don't think I would like it."
He chuckled lightly, stirring the food. "I didn't do anything."
She sighed as she rested her head, her hair still damp from the rain. "I trust you."
"But you said that." *** "Do you like captivity?"
He smiled softly, turning his head slightly. "Hey."
She relaxed again. "I'm not going to leave you. I'm just.. scared."
"Exactly." *** "Nobody likes to feel trapped."
He went back to the kitchen, adding a bit more flavor to the sauce.
She gave him a kiss. "I'm sorry I'm frustrating sometimes."
"You've stated you've wanted to kill me before." *** "Exactly."
He kissed her forehead. "Be quick."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "I want to make you happy," she said, her voice small. "I try.. I fail sometimes, but I try."
"Then you're a liar." *** She kissed his cheek. "Well, I wouldn't like to be caged."
He kissed her forehead. "You could come back right after."
She went quiet for a second, feeling as if she said something wrong. "I don't want you to die."
He flushed slightly, but grinned. "No?' *** "Maybe. Not sure."
"Of course," he said softly. "You should probably go get dry. Pajamas sound nice."
She shook her head. "That's not what I meant."
He chuckled. "Your secret is safe with me." *** "Maybe," she said thoughtfully. "He is in a cage."
He pursed his lips. "Just spaghetti, if that's okay."
