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He squinted. "What do you mean I was just being nice? Do you think I didn't mean it?"
Cal looked across, her gaze melancholy. "Yeah.. That sounds good."
He was watching her with a frown. "I don't know what I did, June."
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He was quiet now, a small frown on his face as he pulled up the hood of his cloak.
She was silent as well, her eyes on the ground as they went.
He shrugged, starting for the door. "Well, I don't think I could convince you even if you are."
She got ready quick, not meeting either of their gazes as she stood up. She hesitated, offering her hand to Ben.
"Well it's not really fair when you're judging yourself, now is it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
She squeezed his shoulder gently before going to get her own stuff.
He squinted. "Why does job title matter?"
She gave him a weak smile. "I appreciate your optimism, Puck."
He rolled his eyes a little. "Of course you'd say that."
She frowned, crossing her arms. "He showed me the visions, Puck.. It was really bad."
"You know you're beautiful too," he said with a small frown, going to pick up his bag. "Though that might sound forward, it's true."
She looked down again, her shoulders slumping and ears drooping. "I think Ben remembered what happened.."
"Yes," he began playfully, "one is required to say it."
Cal went over to him first, looking up at him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry I left you behind, Puck. I'm sorry."
"A compliment is a compliment," he told her indignantly, gathering his own laundry.
She faltered a little bit, allowing him to cross first as she followed him.
