She paused for a moment before closing her eyes and shaking her head, pulling her hand away. "Ach. Sorry. I... I forgot." * * * "What a couple we make."
She cleared her throat awkwardly, standing up. "Can I get you anything?" * * * He looked down at her in surprise. "I love you too."
She frowned, folding her hands in front of her. "Aren't you a little worried about being here?" * * * "Yes. I'm aware."
"No, no. Of course not. I just... I don't know. I don't trust this." *** He winced and frowned. "This is your fault."
She frowned, looking around nervously before she looked back down at him. "Should I call your parents, do you think?" * * * "I am dying."
"No," he said quickly. "I.. I broke my arm in sixth grade and it was like the end of the world." *** "You'll be fine. Hold still."
She had to laugh, sitting next to him again. "Well, you were stabbed." * * * He squinted at her suspiciously.
He frowned. "I don't want them to worry." *** She pulled off anything piece, her fingers brushing through his hair.
"Maybe they should, Landon," she said gently. "They deserve to know." * * * He frowned at her, crossing his arms.
"Val, don't lecture me on this," he said softly. He sounded weak. "Please.." *** She noticed the look, and gave him a quick kiss before returning to the tape.
She sighed before nodding slowly. "Okay. Okay." * * * He blushed slightly, looking up at her. "This could have all been avoided."
She frowned, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't this. "Hate you? Why?" * * * "I could be tape free."
"Because we're too different and I was mean to you and I did all the wrong things." *** She plucked another piece. "But you're not."
