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"That's what I thought," he said, leaning down to kiss her.
"Good," she replied, smiling at him. "Then it works out."
"Yeah, that. It's just tedious." He crossed his arms. "I can deal with it, though."
"I bet it is," he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Just for the pictures."
"I'm okay with that," she said. "Are you?"
"I think remembering the formulas is one of the easier things," he said. "I dislike writing it all out."
He squinted at her. "Whatever," he mumbled. "I love you too."
"That's what I was thinking too," she said, smiling slightly.
"I like math. It's the universal language."
"I suppose," he said, rolling his eyes. "Just this once."
She reached up to kiss his cheek. "It's okay. I'll just have to deal with it for now."
"Math?" he asked. "Math isn't that hard."
He grumbled, but sighed. "Fine."
"I'm not embarrassed of you," she said firmly, looking up at him. "I just don't like that much attention."
He shrugged, crossing his arms. "You're welcome."
He was quiet for a moment. "It just is."
"No thanks," she said. "I don't want any more attention."
"It was nothing," he said. "Not too out of my way."
"It is different situations." He crossed his arms. "Maybe."
"That's even worse," she said with a small grin.
