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(Crud nuggets, I misread.) "You said you thought I was a cliché at first," he pointed out. "I didn't forget that."
"Then why are you dating one?" He raised an eyebrow at her, tapping his foot. "Doesn't make much sense."
Remember those requests from 2 months ago? I'm finally getting to those tonight!
"I think you're lying. Haven't you heard that love conquers all?" he asked, leaning his head into his hand.
"You're breaking up with me again? And this time because of pictures. Tsk tsk. I don't think you're very flexible with our relationship."
"That's not fair. I don't want you to see any pictures, and I will never show you in a million years." He crossed his arm, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled. "Surprisingly, when I was younger I didn't wear that kind of stuff often. I wore normal clothes."
"They're just... Not as interesting. They'd have us for dinner one night and then send us off. Like a meeting." He shook his head in thought....
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He tilted his head, taking in her words, nodding occasionally. "I see. I'll have to try to remember these things. It would be totally different...
"I would appreciate that, and find it helpful," he said, leaning forward. "I know a bit about your father, and that your sister paints."
"Oh, yes. Definitely. If I don't make a good first impression then I'm basically screwed," he said in all seriousness.
"Hm. If you say so, then I'll believe you." He paused, squeezing her hand in thought. "I'm pretty excited to meet your family. They seem like...
"Biased? Biased of what? I would not be as confident of you knew how bad I am with them," he admitted, looking up at her.
He raised an eyebrow. "5? I'm terrible with children, I'll tell you this now," he said, looking down at the table. "At least everyone can come."
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He nodded, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the dining area.
He used his free hand to brush her cheek gently, looking at her sympathetically. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." He sighed. "Do you want to go...
"Yeah. With Mrs. Irvine, and then we're free from work to visit your family." He drew circles on the side of her hand with his thumb. "I'm...
"I know, I know," he said calmly, holding her close. "Don't worry. It will be okay."
