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"Hmph." He turned onto his side, facing away from her. It took him minutes to fall back asleep, his breathing shallow as he relaxed.
"Alright. Tell me if something happens. I don't want another bad scenario occurring."
"I already told you that I would rather live than look cool. If I thought it was serious, I would say something."
"No, I'm sure it's nothing. Just a long day, already." He waved it off, turning his head slightly.
"That, and I have a small headache. Nothing too big."
"I'm sure," he replied, laying back and staring up. He rubbed his eyes, sighing.
(In such short time, too. Wow, haha) "I normally read when I have nothing better to do. It's calming and educational. Best way to spend time."
"Like spend time with my alcoholic friends? Yep." He nodded, crossing his arms.
"So you don't want to talk to me after this? Is that what you're saying? I understand," he teased, a grin forming on his face.
"No, I already get paid enough. You can do it by yourself if you're up for it, though." He chuckled jokingly. "I might help, if you need it."
"My death would be your death. Somewhere in a parallel universe, that might have happened."
"You wouldn't be saying that if I had died." He raised an eyebrow, leaning back.
He frowned. "I didn't really tackle him. He kind of tried to kill me and almost succeeded."
"Nothing we can't handle, I'm sure," he said, trying to sound encouraging.
"Hm. Did they say anything else?" He settled slowly, being sure not to make any noise.
He shook his head. "I don't think so," he said quietly.
He moved back slowly, nodding as he got back into the tent. "It's them."
"Let me see." He moved cautiously out of the tent, peering carefully over to look at the ground below.
"I don't either. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough." He covered his eyes for a moment with the back of his hands, thinking of what to talk...
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