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She laughed, her hand brushing his jaw. "You're digging me? I'm digging you."
He sighed. "Alright. If you say so."
"I've fought before," he said. "I know how it is."
"Oh yeah?" she asked playfully. "Why's that?'
"Work partner! Maybe another time."
"Well, still. I can always worry. It's easy."
Her hand went to his neck as she kissed the corner of his mouth. "Fine."
He frowned. "Already? Why?"
He nodded slowly. "I don't know how to help her, though."
She turned to him, her eyes bright. "You are too."
He crossed his arms stubbornly. "No!"
"So does Poppy," he admitted. "I don't want her to worry, though."
She laughed softly, kissing his jaw. "Business is business."
"No costumes!"
He grinned. "Looks like we both have people to get back to, huh?"
She pursed her lips, squinting at him. "No I'm not."
"We can celebrate in any other way."
He chuckled quietly. "Don't tell her."
She grinned. "Perfect!"
"That has nothing to do with Halloween costume."
