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She flushed slightly. "Maybe."
"I didn't do it," he said quietly, holding the pillow tightly.
"He stayed here for a bit," she explained, looking back.
He hesitated suddenly, squeezing the pillow anxiously. "I-I'm not.. I didn't- I'm not an assassin."
She nodded slightly, rubbing her eyes. "Yeah."
He followed her, looking around. "Bed situation. Whole floor should just be bed."
He nodded slowly, hugging it to his chest. "Let's go."
She nodded, going and sitting down as she yawned.
He squinted, looking over at her. "What? What's funny?"
She nodded slightly. "Yeah, a little."
He was staring down at it, his lips pursed. "Yeah."
"I'm good," she said. "He's still asleep. Sorry you're on the couch. You can use the guest bedroom."
It was probably the ugliest throw pillow she had ever seen. The appearance was just random patches with no visible pattern and colors that ranged...
She stretched her arms. "Good morning," she said. "Sleep well?"
He was busy staring at something on one of the shelves. He pointed. "Look at that."
She shifted, sitting up with a yawn. After a moment she leaned down and kissed his temple before heading into the main room.
He nodded, following her. After a minute of walking he stopped in his tracks, her hand still in his.
(Yoop!)
He looked like he was thinking intensely, looking around the store. "Vaguely.."
She fell asleep quickly as well, but still keeping him close.
