[And you're dangerous ground for a hopeful man, Satya Wallace. He's thankful when she kisses him (he was about to do the same). It stops too much being said.
Awkward in the positioning or not, he uses her readjustment to pull her close enough to fit his arms.]
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[She doesn't usually feel happiness. But she's happy with him. What does that say?]
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[and he suspects that makes him complicated.]
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[With her accent, it's not as if they don't sound very similar.]
No. We don't need it.
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Instead he sits up, rubbing one side of his ribcage.]
They should think about putting gear sticks in more convenient places.
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On the roof.
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He just bursts out laughing.]
You're something special.
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Yes, I am.
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Awkward in the positioning or not, he uses her readjustment to pull her close enough to fit his arms.]
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We could go outside.
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You might get sandy.
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[She looks him over]
I suppose I could wear you but it might be uncomfortable.
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I've never said the same about you.
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I'm smaller than you are.
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You tell me.
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You're beautiful when you do that.
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And when you're asking questions. And when you're not...
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[Her fingers keep moving through his hair, like she's trying to memorize the line of his skull.]
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[His replies just get quieter, caught between sighs.]
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Do you love me?
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