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"It doesn't have to be," she said. "You can interpret it however you like."
He laughed. "No, I think it would be fine."
She moved to put her arms around him. "We can sleep."
He nodded, standing up stacking the plates thoughtfully.
He turned to kiss her lightly. "I'm glad we think the same thing."
"In between," she answered, opening her eyes to look at him. "Are you?"
"Yeah," he agreed. "I'll take the plates and you get the bags?"
"You can never be certain," he said. "I like thinking things like that to be true."
She sighed, leaning her head into his touch.
"I love you too," her told her, returning the affectionate gaze.
He tilted his head. "Thats brilliant. Where did you learn that?"
She hummed softly, shutting her eyes comfortably.
"I noticed," he said. "Don't worry."
"Not much," he admitted. "Why?"
She took his hand, her fingers tracing shapes into his palm. "Just hold my hand for now."
"No," he reassured. "Not this time."
He continued to play until the song came to an end, where he played the last few keys before stopping.
"Hmm," she murmured. "I request a kiss," she said simply. "That is until I can think of something better."
"Probably after this," he told her calmly, tilting his head.
He glanced at her for a moment, but luckily didn't slip up. He murmured quick thanks before going silent again.
