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"Yes," he agreed. "That could work."
"Hi," she said with a small smile, though her voice seemed rough. After a moment, she frowned looking down. "I got hurt?"
"I'm glad you remembered," he teased. "I was worried you wouldn't."
"Let's talk about something else," he suggested, "like our project."
Her eyes fluttered open, but when she murmured her voice was quiet. "Ah..." She winced, hands shaking.
He kissed her cheek. "I like you too."
He frowned. "I don't know. That's sad to think about."
She shifted, her lips parting slightly as she inhaled, her expression changing into a mixture of pain and confusion.
"You agreed to it," he said. "Flower for a salamander."
"Do you believe in that?" he asked.
She was still, but a look of unrest on her face.
"Right," he said, "cause you got to put flower in my hair."
"That could be the case," he said. "Like, maybe you don't even want kids until you meet the right person, y'know?"
Despite her unconsciousness, she still held firmly onto his shirt, her hands cold from the weather.
"We'll still have fun, though," he said, grinning. "It will be nice."
"Exactly. I don't want kids for a long time, anyways."
"Because it's so vast and uncertain and crazy," she said, inhaling shakily. "I didn't understand," she said, trailing off before suddenly passing out.
"Or," he began, "we can both stay dry."
"Well, personally I'd pick three, considering we're two different people and not the same one."
"It was the sea," she said, her voice nearly a whisper. "I never liked to paint the sea."
