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"I'm not settling, Ferris. I'm getting over the fact that you kept this from me. If I was settling, I wouldn't have asked to make changes."
He chuckled, leaning back and looking up at her. "Any ideas on what to paint, though?"
"It felt that way to me," she said quietly. "I don't know. I'll get over it eventually."
He laughed, brushing her hair back gently. "It was your idea."
"I'm not really mad," she admitted. "Well, a little. But mostly I'm sad. I didn't realize you didn't feel like you could talk to me."
He flushed now, tilting his head before he reached up to kiss her. "So, should we paint or not?"
"I know.. I worded it wrong. Basically, I don't want us to break up over that."
He grinned, taking her hand to kiss it. "I'm a natural."
"I just.. I want you to talk to me.. I want to know at least if you're safe," she said quietly, "and I want you to stop worry about our statuses."
"Well you're good at a lot of things, so.. Plus I'm sure being pretty is also a plus."
Her frown deepened, and she reached out to touch his shoulder momentarily. "No, Ferris. I'm saying I want us to work on making it better."
"We can paint the wall," he urged, waving his hand. "I'm just.. not too confident in my skills."
She looked over at him tiredly. "I want our relationship to be healthy, in a sense," she explained. "I don't want to have to worry, or be afraid...
"Yeah," he said. "You knew that. Why change your mind now?"
"I love you too," she said quietly, burying her face in her arm. "I just.. I need to think. I need some time to think. To figure this out."
He looked up at her with a frown. "What? Why not?"
"I'm not judging you," she said quietly. Once they got outside she sat down heavily on they curb, burying her face in her hands as the tears...
He sighed. "I suppose.. But what would we paint?"
She brought out her phone as she called for a cab, her arms crossed. "Tell the truth, for starters. When have I ever lied to you, Ferris?"
He looked intrigued, but skeptical. "I dunno.."
