[She stares at him, not blankly but a bit flummoxed. He said it so rarely, it would have been a surprise to hear even three years ago, but after all this time... The words are on the tip of her tongue, but his fingers turn them into an incoherent cry. She whacks his shoulder, a half-hearted scold.]
I love you too. [She gasps it out, the words barely intelligible. She'll punish him for that later — she'll sit on his lap and say "I love you" over and over again until his brain bleeds out. (Of course she won't — that level of sentimentality would gross her out.)]
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I love you too. [She gasps it out, the words barely intelligible. She'll punish him for that later — she'll sit on his lap and say "I love you" over and over again until his brain bleeds out. (Of course she won't — that level of sentimentality would gross her out.)]