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"That's very kind, but that was in the past, and there's no point in starting things up again." She sighed. "It'd be fun to watch, though."
"I was, but then I wasn't. They were short anyways." He pursed his lips, his fingers tapping on the table. "Did you?"
"Is that what I am? I only used to fight people when they tried making fun of me." She shrugged, looking up at him with a cocked head.
"I wouldn't do that," he said, his eyebrows furrowing. "I'm not like that."
"It's called justice!" she said playfully, raising a fist in the air.
He smiled at her, his thumb tracing over her fingers. "Its okay, I promise. We're back together now."
"I beat up the bullies. There's a difference."
"It's okay," he said, shaking his head. "It wasn't your fault."
"That's what I thought," she said, chuckling a bit. "I have that effect on people."
"I wasn't doing well, so I just switched back to my old job and things were confusing for a bit."
"Oh, psh. I'm sure I'd get over it pretty quickly." She rolled her eyes, then grinned. "Though, if it were the other way around..."
He hesitated, reading his head on his hand. "A lot... A lot of things. It's a lot to explain."
"Yeah, but I actually got close this time. I was hoping I could trick you." She grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"Is that why you were acting strange?" he asked. "I remember it well."
"Did you think I would actually kill you?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I know," he said softly. "I missed you, too."
"A little. That, and you're my friend."
"I don't really know, honestly. It's kind of like starting over, but also not really. It's complicated."
"Yeah, I understand," he said smoothly, looking up at her with bright eyes. "I think it'll be interesting."
"Jack," she replied sweetly. "Of course not. I'm only messing." She laughed, putting the knife away. "I would never hurt you."
