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"It's not technically mine, either."
He shrugged. "I dunno.. news reporters?"
She winced, inhaling sharply. She wasn't a fan of needles.
"That's what you think, but I believe that it should be fair either way."
"It's true, but it doesn't mean we're related," he told her. "We should pick something more believable."
She took his hand, her head cocked slightly. "Thank you."
He kissed her cheek. "I hope you liked it as well."
"That's a terrible example."
She sighed slightly, her voice quieting. "Okay."
He chuckled. "Well, I loved it."
He raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
She pursed her lips. "Okay, later."
He gave her a look, but still smiled. "Did you think I'd dislike it?"
He cocked his head. "We don't really look alike at all.."
She teasingly stuck out her tongue at him, leaning back slightly. "So I guess that's a no, then?"
He smiled, then looked around, squeezing her hand. "Today has been lovely."
He pursed his lips, looking down. "Alright.. do you have any sort of plan?'
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Is it your shirt? I hope it's your shirt."
He put his arms around her shoulder. "I love you."
He frowned. "You sound crazy.. Yeah, we're doing it."
