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She glared at him. "Would you say the same thing if I held a knife to your throat?"
"And I cut my hand. What's the point?"
Without another word, he left, giving her a small glance.
"It sure doesn't seem like it," she said sharply.
"I just did."
He smiled softly before turning to leave. "I'll see you."
"What?" she asked innocently. "With your lamp? Besides, then you'd have to deal with him," she said, motioning to Jack.
"Oh yeah? The acid burn?"
He nodded, pulling his bag over his shoulder. "I will."
She stood up quickly, harshly grabbing his collar and pulling him closer. "Yes. Me."
"Getting hurt," he replied flatly. "Ugh."
"I know I did. I have to go now."
She leaned forward, folding her hands with a kind expression in her face. "I have ways to make people talk, and they're generally unpleasant, so...
He nodded. "All that work for nothing." *** She hurried off, brushing her lips with her thumb carefully as she watched the ground.
He took a quick moment grab her hand and kiss her cheek. "I'll be safe."
She cocked her head. "Are you hiding something?"
He smiled back. "Great!" *** She anxiously put a hand on her forehead. "I have to leave."
He nodded before turning to get the weapons he needed.
"You seem rather anxious to go," she commented.
He shrugged. "I don't know. Coffee?" *** She tensed with surprise, but kissed him back, her hand resting on his neck. After a moment she...
