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"Special treatment?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe."
She squinted at him. "You don't know that."
He laughed. "Love you too."
"That doesn't matter to me," she said. "It's your opinion."
She tilted her head. "A little bit," she admitted.
"By sitting down," he said simply, a small smile on his. "That's how."
"I'm glad you think so," she said, leaning into him. "It means a lot."
He pursed her lips. "Maybe."
He leaned to kiss her. "We'll have to make sure that doesn't happen."
She grinned, her eyes bright. "Thank you."
He tilted his head with a slight smile before continuing. *** "Yeah," she said self-consciously. "Sometimes."
He gave her a quick kiss. "Alright, fine. I'll be nice."
Her brows furrowed, and she looked up. "But.. it's just the room."
He gave a small wave, knowing well it would probably be ignored. After a moment, he sighed and continued to walk. *** She frowned slightly. "As...
He rolled his eyes. "Hmph. Fine."
"It's fine," she said. "It's just a little boring." The picture she showed him was a detailed sketch of the room. She captured everything from...
He nodded, tilting his head. "Okay. See you there." *** "Makes sense to me." She laughed.
He laughed. "Occasionally, huh? That's too often."
She tilted her head, grabbing a slip of paper. "I guess."
He frowned with a sigh. "No, I should be okay. Thanks." *** "It's forgettable, I guess."
