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She pulled away after a moment. She looked sad still, but less hopeless than before. She returned to Ben, wrapping her arms around his waist.
He squinted, his head tilted slightly. "Are you going to kiss me or not? Because if you won't start it then I will."
She was watching him, hanging onto every word. Once he had finished speaking she hugged him, her grasp tight. "Thank you."
He looked surprised at her before laughing, leaning into her touch. "How forward. Yes, you can."
"It's about 37 with me. That's less than half my current age. That's so short, Puck," she said quietly. He would recognize that tremble in her...
He propped himself up now, rolling his eyes slightly. "How shall I put it..? I'm attracted to you. I care about you. I have a crush on you."
She looked over at him. He would immediately be able to see the hurt on her face and the tension in her shoulders. She didn't reply, almost...
He raised an eyebrow at her curiously. "Yes?"
She went silent, looking ahead again.
"What do you mean what I want from you?" he asked with a frown. "I like you. I want you around too."
She looked distressed, squeezing his arm. "That's not very long."
He rolled his eyes lightly. "You say that.."
Cal looked nervous, looking over at him. "What?"
He squinted, raising an eyebrow. "You're not the annoying one, here."
"You are not younger than us," she said, raising her eyebrows at him. "I'm only 98!"
He was watching her curiously. After a moment his brows furrowed. "You really think I can stay on farm with you?"
She pursed her lips. "Both?"
She looked over at him curiously. "How old are you?"
"Hi," he said, tilting his head. "Is this okay?"
"I'm old?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him. "If I'm old then you're ancient!"
