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She laughed, but it sounded uncertain. "You'd think it'd be both."
"Alright," Landon replied cheerfully. "If you need any more just tell me and I can take a few."
He shifted, his hands twitching slightly in his sleep.
"No," she muttered quietly, looking up at him with sad eyes. ".. It's okay. I'll live."
She cocked her head. "It's alright," she told him. "I wasn't watching where I was going either."
(Yep!)
She didn't say anything, but shook her head. Although she wasn't the best at explaining, it seemed to have disturbed her even mentioning it.
She smiled. "Yep. Although, when I got home it still had some snow on it."
It didn't take long before he fell asleep, and he held her close even after he did so.
She stayed there for a bit longer as she calmed down, eventually looking up at him before leaning forward and wrapping her arms tightly around him.
Callie looked up, her head tilted slightly. "Me? I design clothes."
He pulled her closer, sleep threatening to take over. "Goodnight.."
He observed him for a quick moment before turning away, burying her face in her arms silently.
He tapped his chin, glancing over to Callie, who was idly playing on her phone. "I don't know either. I've heard it's a real mystery."
He shut his eyes, sighing softly. "I really hope so," he replied quietly. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
She tilted her head at him, before sighing. "Okay," she said quietly. "Okay. A long time ago something happened and I did a few things that I'm...
"Hmm," Landon murmured, before speaking up. "I know it's not a journalist's job to put in their own opinion, but what do you think it is?"
He kissed her softly. "I love you too."
"I just-" she started, then stopped, sighing as she looked away. "I don't want it to change anything."
"Alright," he said. "What did you find?"
