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She peeked over her hands at him with a small laugh, tilting her head. "You don't have to apologize, Ben. It's not offensive or anything."
He grabbed the frisbee and squinted, clearly not swayed. "Well?"
She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, though she was laughing slightly. "Gah... It's okay."
"Well, no," he said competitively. "Now I want to see who is faster."
She flushed deeply, tilting her head slowly. "If.. If you think that will help.."
He crossed his arms at her. "I am also very fast."
"He's my friend," she said quietly. "My only friend besides you."
He squinted, crossing his arms. "I don't think that one would be very fun. I'd win."
"Is there anything I can do?" she asked with a small frown, not meeting his gaze. "It just feels.. helpless."
He raised his eyebrows at her, starting to walk backwards. "Okay. Are you gonna throw it to me when you do?"
She looked up at him her hand brushing his jaw gently.
He caught it, inspecting it before throwing it back. He was improving. "How far can it go?"
She leaned into his touch before sitting up and hugging him. "I love you, Ben."
He caught it and squinted at it before doing the same thing back. It wobbled a little, but came close to landing in front of her.
She frowned and took his hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing it. "I care about you so much, Ben. It's impossible not to worry."
He frowned, tossing it underhand. It didn't get very far. "It doesn't work."
"When I kissed your mouth earlier it seemed like you didn't like it," she said quietly, looking up at him.
He went to go get it, the dry sand hot under their feet. He grabbed it and returned to the shore, allowing the water to lap at their feet. "How...
"I can never win," she said quietly, resting her head on the table. "There's always something. I always do something to upset someone. I can't...
After a moment, he stood again, shaking the water from his hair. "Should we use the flying disc?"
