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She glanced at her, smiling warmly. "It's quite alright. Thank you for the offer, though."
"It's not, really. It's my own fault for slacking off." He shook his head.
"Thank you," she mumbled, gently putting her arms around him before shutting her eyes.
"Good," he said, as they entered the kitchen. Elizabeth was standing over the stove, watching as eggs cooked. She looked up at them with a small...
He frowned. "Hm. At least I can see when apologies are meant."
"Okay," she said quietly. "You too."
"Or," he suggested, "we could just stay together."
"I know, but I just don't see a point in apologizing." He shrugged. "It doesn't change anything."
She rested her forehead on his shoulder, readjusting the blanket around her.
"Yeah. That'd be weird."
"It's not your fault," he said. "So you don't need to apologize."
She paused for a moment before speaking, her voice soft. "I love you."
"We already promised not to," he pointed out. "And we took my car."
"Quite a bit," he replied simply, not specifying.
She smiled against his lips, one hand holding the collar of his shirt and the other resting of the side of his neck.
He grinned, then spoke in a whisper. "Neeeerd."
"Yeah, mostly." He crossed his arms. "I get in trouble if I don't."
She turned to face him, kissing him softly without words.
"Are you sure?" he asked, as they descended the stairs.
"I like you a lot," she said in return. "It all works out."
