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Eventually she calmed down, reducing into only soft whimpers in his shoulder. "I don't deserve you."
He frowned. "Oh.. Don't." *** She grinned, kissing him deeply. "Thanks."
He cocked his head. "Alright."
Her fingers held tightly to his shirt, and sobbed once before silencing herself. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"What if Arlo is home?" he asked curiously.
"I love you too," he said softly. "When will you be home?"
She buried her face in his shoulder. "I shouldn't have argued with you. I should never argue with you."
He frowned. "Maybe." *** "Well," she said, "If it's abt consolation, I think you're really, really cute."
"Are you now?" he teased. "So it was worth it?"
She nodded. "He attacked you, and if I tried to disobey him he would just hurt you." She covered her mouth anxiously, keeping quiet. "I'm sorry."
"So, where first?" *** She frowned. "What do you mean?"
He chuckled nervously, slipping on the shirt. "Sorry."
She whimpered. "But you don't understand.. You got stabbed, and Knox was there and he.. made me uncomfortable, and you died and I thought you...
He smiled at her. "Thanks." *** She crossed her arms. " Thats not true."
"So when do you leave for work?"
"I just wanted break up because I didn't want to hurt you.."
He nodded. "Okay." *** "Yes you are. You're handsome."
He kissed her cheek before turning to get dressed.
Her eyes fluttered slightly. "I'm.. sorry."
"We need the cats." *** "Yeah.. You're cute."
