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"I already have you. But you need to get your shirt on," he said with a laugh.
She rolled her eyes with a small smile. "Right. You don't care about me at all. Admit it."
He laughed aloud. "This is ridiculous!"
"That's not patronizing. You just like me and don't want me to feel badly."
He gasped, squinting back at her as he stumbled a little. "O!"
"No," she said easily, "but you seem like the type that would comfort me to make me feel better about small things like this.
"I haven't even looked," he said playfully, going into the planning room.
She squinted playfully. "Hm.. I dunno if I trust that.."
"It's okay," he said again with a small smirk. "You were against it."
She grinned. "You're saying that because you're my boyfriend."
He waved it off, starting toward the planning room. "That's okay."
"Right," she said. "That's the word. Maybe I should've picked being smarter."
He squinted. "Really?"
"I grew up pretty privileged," she said, "so I kind of see the world better than most. I'd like to know other people's perspectives."
He picked out a matching black pair before giving them to her.
She frowned slightly. "Hm.. I guess.. I'd like to be more understanding of things."
He flushed, going to pick some out. "Yeah.."
She grinned, picking up her fork. "Okay."
He squinted in thought before snapping in realization. "Underwear!"
