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He still seemed a little paranoid, looking around. "Let's drop off the stuff first, then we can go to a cafe."
She looked a little hurt, her hand dropping before she turned and started back to her room hesitantly.
"Kinda," he said with a nod. "You like pasta.. but that's a dinner food. What about for lunch?'
She approached him, reaching out and touching his back lightly. "Ferris.."
They got to the bed section and he picked out two cots and some bedding. "Okay. Let's go."
"Fine, Friday," she said, crossing her arms defensively. "Friday works."
"Okay," he said, sounding a little down. "Let's go get them."
She looked down at his hands with a frown, dropping hers as she spoke half-heartedly. "Just.. I don't know. Within the next week. Two weeks? I...
He frowned slightly. "I don't think so. Would we be able to transport two mattresses up there?"
She took his hands, her touch soft, as a small twinge of guilt crossed her face. "I'm sorry for making you decide but.. Knowing that the options...
He was quiet, looking conflicted as he picked up the map. "Okay. Let's go."
She kissed him back before pausing. "I.. I want you to try and make up your mind soon about our relationship."
He looked surprised but unsure, and kept moving. "Let's find the map."
She relaxed, her gaze adoring. "I love you too."
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, crossing his arms.
She watched him carefully. "I wouldn't have done it any different.. except maybe not leave you behind."
He frowned, his brows furrowed. "Not really.."
She frowned, squeezing his hand. "You heard what Alyssa said. Romero would have found me whether I met you or not to get to Alyona.'
He shrugged. "Neither of us predicted it."
She looked up at him nervously. "But.. You think about it. I mean, otherwise it wouldn't come up."
