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"Good," he replied, brushing her cheek. "I hope so."
She kissed his cheek, a teasing grin on her face. "I'm sorry. I love you."
"I've told you're smart before," he pointed out. "And I think you're nice?"
"Should I have said something else?" he asked, tilting his head.
"You'll be fiiiine," she repeated, leaning back.
"That I complimented you? Is it special?"
"Whenever it's easiest," he said.
"Ah," she waved it off. "You'll be fine."
He seemed taken aback. "Is... there a problem with that?"
"Nope. We have to live together."
"Most definitely."
"Scary smart is the problem," he said.
"Yes," he said firmly. "I'm forcing it."
"Nope," she said stubbornly, shaking her head. "It's simply not true."
"Definitely. Anyone else would feel overwhelmed."
"We have to at one point," he said. "It's inevitable."
She squinted at him. "Nuh uh."
"I am brave," he told her. "That's why I'm partnered with you."
"It's not," he reassured. "Trust me."
"I was blinded by my own fears," she said dramatically. "I didn't think I deserved you."
