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"Of course," she said. "It's one of my favorite things."
He got off, giving her back the helmet. "That's true." *** "Naive-shmaive," she said, starting to go back on the ladder. "I just call it not...
"What do you mean?" he asked. "I'm sure nothing will change how I feel."
She wrapped her arms around his ribcage, her arms sliding under his. "I like being near you."
He sighed. "Too much death is happening." *** "I like looking at things with a glass half full," she said. "The world looks nicer."
He smiled. "Even then."
She rubbed his back, hoping to relieve some of his stress. "I love you."
"Oh," he said. "Okay. I'm sure they're nice. They lost their kid too?" *** She smiled slightly, sitting on the floor. "Optimists are always...
He smiled, an eyebrow raised as he looked over at her. "I love you, too."
"Yes I do," she said, her voice soothing. "It will be okay."
He watched the house. " Did you tell me the names?" *** "No," she decided. "Do you?"
He rolled his eyes. "Fine."
She rested her forehead against his. "It will be okay."
He held tight, watching the scenery pass by with a nervous expression. *** She pursed her lips, reaching out to touch snow that settled heavily...
"Is that so?" he asked. "What do you have in mind for it?"
She frowned, her her thumb rubbing small circles on the back of his hand. "Jack, I know you can do it without me."
He grabbed onto her, obviously surprised. *** She tilted her head. "We can totally find something."
"I have just enough faith in you, " he said, raising an eyebrow. "Don't doubt it."
"It's okay," she told him. "I understand. I know you'll be able to do it without me, though."
He got on, his movements hesitant. *** She laughed. "Maybe there are some hidden artifacts?"
