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He nodded slowly. "Yeah, that makes sense."
She laughed a little, her head tilting curiously. "It is?"
He continued sorting as well. "What do you like to eat?"
She looked a little surprised. It was a normal thing, and she didn't usually think much about it. "About what?"
He nodded. "Yeah. You were. So let's finish sorting these out."
She pressed her temple to his, her voice quiet. "It's okay. It's okay now."
"Demons are generally meat eaters," he said. "We like fish though."
She closed her eyes, relaxing. "I like you, Ben."
"Well, you know, those little canned sausages don't go bad for a long time."
She pulled away slightly to look at him, her expression soft. "Don't second guess yourself."
He looked up as well, tilting his head. "Cause they'd go bad?"
"No," she said quietly. He would be able to feel her speak, her breath warm on his neck. "I like you, Ben."
He frowned, but nodded. "Okay.. Let's see what you have."
She paused, watching him for a moment before reaching forward and hugging him, burying her face in his neck. "I'm not picking him, Ben.. I'm not."
He blinked. "Oh, wow. Will those fit in our bags?"
She flushed a little and glared at him. "I don't know, Ben. I.. I don't know. I think maybe I should go talk to him. Try to clear things up."
He offered a hand to help her down. "I think it's alright. I got these bandages."
She looked like she could have burst into tears at any moment. "I don't know how to feel, Ben. There's no guide telling me what to do, so I'm...
He looked up at her, tilting his head. "Hi."
This seemed to irritate her more. "What? Is it that he likes me?"
