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There was silence for a moment. "I loved you too."
She stood up, offering a hand to him. "Great. This place is making me feel nauseous."
"That's true," she agreed. "But say I was."
After a moment, he helped support himself, gasping in pain. "I remember," he murmured, his voice quiet.
"No more than I hurt him." She shook her head. "Do you want to go on a walk?"
She gave him a small smile. "You could if I was mean enough."
He shuddered, his brows furrowing weakly as she spoke.
"Because it's not my information to tell."
"I would be sad if you hated me. It'd be a bad feeling."
He didn't reply, his head hung down in unconsciousness.
She glanced up at him. "I.. can't say."
She frowned after a moment. "What if you hated me? That's a sad thought."
It was there, but faint. His skin was chilled.
She looked down again. "Sorry."
She grinned. "Can't it be both?"
His heartbeat slowed ever so slightly and he shut his eyes again. "I don't know, my love. I can't think of anything to say." With the last...
".. I don't know."
She kissed him, her lips soft. "It's a privilege."
He winced, shifting again. "Mm. I don't feel well."
She frowned, but didn't make a comment. "I don't know."
