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She took a wavering breathe, before turning her head to look at. Tears threatened her, as she despised getting frustrating and hurting the people...
"It's backwards," he told her. "Take of the current pants and put the ears on your legs.
He smiled against her lips. "Shall we keep going?"
She watched him before laying down again, this time facing away from him. He likely wouldn't be able to her expression, but it was conflicted and...
"That is a shirt."
"Fine then," he said. "I apologize."
She frowned at him. "Neither of us. You didn't finish the schooling."
He made a look of confusion. "Then what's on your legs?"
He grinned. "I'm not apologizing."
"I'm fine," she told him. "You're worrying too much about me."
He squinted at her before going and taking the pants off her head. "These go on your legs."
He spoke up, his voice clear and teasing. "Liar."
"Anything I do," she began, not answering his question, "it's my fault. No one else's."
His eyebrows furrowed, and and he opened the door. "Are you okay?"
"Well that's too bad," he replied. "That's what you get for being a liar."
She sighed, then sat up, albeit a bit slowly. "It's just not your fault."
"I'll wait right outside as you get changed," he said. "Then I'll come back in."
"Not one bit."
She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. "Jack.." she murmured, her voice concerned but caring. "You couldn't have known."
He smiled at her. "If you would like me to."
