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She squeezed his hand. "And it snows in the winter, but there are fireflies in the summer."
He smiled, standing up as well. "Alrighty. Sounds good."
He rubbed her back gently, his free hand brushing through her hair.
"Flowers," she murmured quietly. "And the backyard?"
"Obviously," he murmured. "Anyways, next week?"
He kissed the top of her head "I love you too."
She hesitated before speaking again. "Can you tell me more about the blue house?"
He nodded. "Yeah. That's bad for you."
He chuckled. "Probably."
She nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Well, being a boss is difficult, I'd assume."
He chuckled. "That's great! Don't forget that Bee is the flower girl."
"Okay, but your fate isn't death right now," she pressed, her tone becoming helpless.
"Yeah. When should we go in?"
He sat back, his head cocking as his expression went thoughtful.
"No," she said. "You're going to be fine."
He nodded. "Okay. That sounds good."
He nodded. "Alright. I'll leave you to it."
She squeezed his hand. "I told you that you would be okay.."
He grinned. "This is great! We're finally getting somewhere!"
