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She tried to pull her hand away slightly. "He's not dead. And you're hurting me.."
He grabbed the tarps and began laying them out against the walls. " Here we go." *** "Deep sea," she decided. "Second favorite."
He huffed, rolling his eyes. "I guess so."
Her brows furrowed, and she looked down. "He's going to get help, right?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Alright." *** "Nuh uh," she said. "Lots and lots."
He gasped, pretending to be offended. "Rude!"
"That's not how relationships work," she said, her voice cold.
He shrugged. "Eh.." *** She pulled away slightly. "I know. You are too."
"That's lame," he said, pursing his lips. "I thought you liked my cooking."
She frowned. "I don't want that. It was my fault anyways."
He nodded brightly. "Definitely." *** She dried her washed hands, before kissing him. "Lovely."
"Why can't I?" he asked curiously, glancing at her.
She looked to him as well, her eyes soft. "Were together," she said quietly. "The only reason he was by himself was because there was an...
(Yep!) *** "Thank you, Arlo."
"Painful," he said. "It's okay, though."
"No," she said sharply. "I feel that you find pride in your misdeeds. There is no point in lying, then."
He caught them, his head cocked as be followed. *** "Well, mine are Cal, Callie, then Anemone."
He brushed back her hair. "I can. Or you can. Or we can just go out."
He hesitated. "I care for him, but.. Hm."
He nodded. "Let's." *** "Or.. Mi amante."
