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He nodded slowly as she spoke, taking in the words carefully. "Okay.."
She had one hand on his waist, the other under him as she shut her eyes to sleep.
He looked down at himself, as if checking for the paint from that day. "Sorta..'
She hugged him sleepily. "I love you too."
He was still standing there, staring at the tarp before looking up to her. "Paint? Did we paint?"
She watched him thoughtfully, but leaned to kiss his head. "I believe you."
He took it, folding it up. He looked down at it thoughtfully. "Hm.."
"I figured that might be the case," she said quietly, watching him gently.
He looked up. "Oh, yeah. Those would work good."
Her brows furrowed slightly. "Who gave you those bruises?"
"Maybe it was rude to assume," he admitted, picking out a tarp and pulling it down carefully.
She rested her hand gently on his waist as she observed him. She sighed thoughtfully. "Are you feeling okay?"
He poked what he assumed was her forehead. "No way. You said 'boo'."
She rolled her eyes, lying back down. "I think it's cute."
He laughed a little, tilting her head. "Evil spirit."
She chuckled, her hand tracing his cheek. "Why is it gross?"
She flushed, laughing slightly as she sat over him, propping herself up on her arm. "Really? That's not gross, it's sweet."
He followed, looking around curiously.
She squinted, but looked curious. "What?"
He sighed, relaxing a little.
