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"I only have you," she said tiredly, the words genuine. "I want to make it work.. but I want you to be happy too."
He looked over at her with a grin, reaching over and pulling her to him. "It is. This was a great idea."
She went to him reluctantly, burying her face in his chest. "I don't want you to break up with me," she whimpered, "I don't want to beg you to...
(Yoop!) Abel stood back, his hands on his hips as he looked at their work.
She couldn't seem to stop, her hands trembling as she reached up and put her hands on his arms, pulling away as she hid her face behind her hands,...
He nodded, painting the blue as well.
She sniffled, shaking her head slightly. She looked miserable, the tears making her mascara run a bit and her expression one of hurt. "Yeah,...
He looked thoughtful. "Er.. same idea, maybe?"
She seemed to be in a mild panic, her hands falling weakly to her sides. "H-how can I not? You're breaking up with. You're not even sober."
He nodded slowly. "I think we can add the white if the blue is still wet. It'll make the edges blend better."
She whimpered and shook her head, the tears welling in her eyes. "Ferris.. Don't do this.." she took a shaky breath. The tears spilled over and...
He got the sponges and poured the white paint.
"You're not him," she said roughly, moving the bottle away. "Romero is crazy. He wanted to brainwash Alyona. You aren't like that. Stop talking...
He kissed her nose before pulling away. "Let's get to it."
She followed him quickly, pulling away the bottle from him stubbornly. "Stop it. You are not him, Ferris. You aren't like him.
He squinted before sticking his tongue out at her.
She froze, her whole expression dropping. "What?"
"Non-sibling violence. Eve gave you a black eye, and that wasnt the worst of it."
"It hasn't ended," she said, shifting closer to him hesitantly. "I just wanted some space to myself to think. I love you, Fer, I wouldn't end this...
"Serious violence," he corrected, "with non-siblings."
