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She smiled. "Thats good, then. Wouldn't want you to go crazy."
He stretched and went to lie down next to her, wrapping his arms around her.
She smiled slightly, kissing his cheek. "Lets not have that."
He smiled slightly, and kissed her. "I love you too."
He nodded. " You find them?"
She sighed. "But still an interruption."
He joined her on the bed. "I believe you."
"Sometimes they aren't."
She smiled slightly. "Did I interrupt your work?"
He chuckled. "Good! I'm proud."
He cocked his head. "I am not."
She seemed concerned, but didn't say anything. "I wouldn't be as happy."
He sighed, walking over and offering his hand. "I can see that."
"Do I really look like the torturing type?'
She watched him carefully, her head tilted. "I don't know what I'd do without you either."
A minute or two later, he reappeared, now changed. His eyebrow was raised slightly.
"I can't force you to use your vocal cords," he said, tilting his head.
She took his hands, kissing his forehead. "You don't have to apologize."
He chuckled and went to change, his clothes folded neatly over his arms.
"I did not force you," he told her. "You can't force someone to speak."
