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She nodded, holding his arm. "Okay."
He chuckled lowly. "You're right." *** There was only silence.
He chuckled, picking up the broom. "Okay. There's furniture upstairs, by the way."
She brushed something from her face. "I'm sorry."
He leaned over to kiss her. "Sorry." *** She huffed, and there was shuffling noises that faded until the front door shut.
He pursed his lips. "I guess we'll use the sheets, then."
"Does that mean I broke my promise..?"
"Sorry.." *** "Fine. I'm leaving."
"We don't have normal washcloths?"
"But we can talk after, right..? You're not mad at me?"
"I still think you're cute." *** "Fine. I'll just leave."
He cocked his head. "Sheets?"
She blinked, looking down. She seemed small and tired. "Im sorry," she said, her voice quiet.
He blinked, a bit surprised. "I love you." *** "That's rude.'
He laughed. "Noted."
She frowned. "I don't quite remember what happened.. Just that it hurt."
He chuckled. "You win this time." *** " It's locked and I have the key."
"So.. I can't do that?"
She didn't meet his gaze. "I wasn't careful enough."
"But.. Still." *** "This is your apartment. I'll just wait here."
