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"I think one of us was going to end up getting hurt anyways."
She looked up at him with furrowed brows. "I don't.." she sighed. "I don't know."
He quieted, looking down. "Oh.."
She hesitated, her thumb brushing his jaw. "I know you are, but.. I'm afraid to be without you. Especially now."
"Working and not working?"
She put her hand on the side of his neck as she kissed him back, blushing slightly.
His frown deepened. "Yeah.. You're right."
She reached up, ruffling his hair. "You're cute."
"That's not decoration, that's work," he said, frowning. "But I guess its fine."
She went back into the main room, tilting her head as she looked back at him.
He shrugged. "I picked my pillow, you pick your painting."
She took his hand as she started toward the door. "Oh, hush."
He looked around curiously, passing all the decorations. "Which one?'
She grinned, looking back at Ferris. "Alright. We'll go back, then."
"Maybe we could still paint a picture? I dunno.. Just fill it with random colors."
Fleur pursed her lips. "I just came in here to help."
He tilted his head. "Do you?"
She rolled her eyes, going to help clean.
He shook his head. "Not at all."
He nodded slowly, looking around. "Okay. Which one?"
