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She sighed, still not meeting his gaze. "I don't know."
"That's true," he said. "Just for this day."
"Should I actually be afraid?'
She opened her mouth to speak, but just shook her head. "I'm.. I'm sorry I haven't been enough."
He kissed her cheek. "It's alright. Just a busy day."
He squinted. "What?"
She crossed her arms, her eyes watching the floor. "I want to be here for you. I really do."
He sighed. "Lame."
He stayed leaning away. "Sorry."
She pulled away, her brows furrowed. "It will be okay, right?" Her voice quiet. "It will be okay."
"Hmph," he mumbled. "When?"
He flinched slightly. "I was only joking!"
She was silent, even her breaths noiseless. After a moment, she hesitantly wrapped her arms around his waist. "God.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I...
He laughed, kissed her nose. "For a few hours?"
"You look like a liar, then."
She rubbed her eyes, not meeting his gaze. "Is it, though?"
"A few hours," he answered. "You?"
"I can see it in your eyes," he said, his tone mysterious.
She leaned against his desk, her expression thoughtful. ".. You don't have to pretend you're happy for me."
"I'll be home around the same time as usual," he said. "Nothing new."
