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He frowned slightly. "I'm sorry."
She glanced over at him stubbornly. "Why?"
He looked over at her playfully. "Aren't you glad we talked it out?"
"You're making fun of me."
"Why not? We'd be prepared still."
She huffed, pursing her lips.
He pursed his lips. "Why not both?"
She squinted. "Yeah? And?"
"I like to have plans," he admitted. "I'm not good without them."
She laughed a little, taking his arm gently. "All I know is that I still look forward to waking up and seeing you in the mornings."
He frowned, still looking a little upset. "I guess."
She glanced over at him, tilting her head. "You okay?"
"What did you mean when you said we won’t need to see each other, then?" he asked quietly. He didn't sound angry or like he was arguing, just a...
She nodded slightly, looking ahead. "That makes sense."
"I just.. wish you had told me that you were planning on leaving after all of it was done. I could have tried not to get so invested."
She squeezed his hand lightly. "Do you want your own?"
He didn't say anything more, and his brows were furrowed.
She frowned, hesitating. "I don't know.. I've never given that much thought. Do you like kids?"
"So you don't want to talk about it?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow nervously. "Okay.."
