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He hesitated. "I don't have to stay.."
"Yeah, but not since I was eight."
"I don't work on Saturdays," he said warmly. "Otherwise, yes."
She glared at him playfully. "Yeah, but it's still a long time."
"I won't," he reassured easily, leaning back. "Don't worry."
She was watching him curiously. "Wow.. That's a long time."
He shook his head. "Don't worry. I'll leave when you want me out."
She leaned back. "How long?"
He went back to his seat, taking his own cup. "No need to apologize."
She seemed curious. "You think?"
He frowned slightly, coming over with the tea and setting it on the table. "Are you okay?"
She looked up at him. "What about you? Are you happy?"
He poured the water. "Making tea."
She laughed slightly. "Not being on a wanted treasure ship."
He looked over at her warmly. "Hey, Gwen."
"Well, I'm happy. But I'm sure there are better lives."
He got up, going to the kitchen and going to make tea.
She looked over at him, a little surprised. "Yes.. I suppose so."
His eyes fluttered sleepily. He yawned, sitting up.
They eventually made it to the kitchen and she grabbed two glasses.
