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He considered it for a moment. "Okay, fine."
"I'm sorry," she said smoothly, leaning over to give him a kiss. "I didn't mean it."
"Because you can't kiss me back?" he asked. "Or because I'm distracting you?"
"You don't have to," he said, picking up his sweatshirt and crossing arms.
"Maybe for some things, but not this." She crossed her arms. "You're a liar."
He chuckled, resting his head on her shoulder. "Sorry."
"It's okay," he said. "It wasn't your fault." He lifted up his shirt for a moment, revealing a bruise where he had been kicked. "He sucks."
She raised an eyebrow at him, her lips pursed. " That, or your facts are wrong."
He kissed her cheek again, grinning. "Fine."
"Like what? He's a very prominent problem, you know." He frowned. "And my side still hurts."
She reached the top and hopped into the crows nest, grinning slightly. "Is it? I never learned until just now."
"That's true," he admitted. "I suppose I have to listen to you because you're the driver right now."
"This project led to me getting beat up."
She laughed, shaking her head. "That's a good plan."
"I am not acting unreasonably," he stated. "You said you could multitask."
"A lot has happened because of this project," he said. "Some of it has been unenjoyable."
She began climbing, her hands steady and quick. " Yeah, but put those two things together and it's the best."
He brushed her cheek with his hand. "We should probably keep going."
He sighed, crossing his arms. "This project better be worth it."
She passed them to him, giving thanks. "Hopefully there aren't too many clouds tonight, that way the sky is clear."
