[ The thing about the best fibs is that there's always a grain of truth, and the grain of truth in this is that there's an ego bruised enough it's like that thing you carry around after a trip or a short fall -- and that's enough. It's flimsy as hell, but that's more than enough for him to go: ]
You are. Shut up and c'mere.
[ Tucking you close again. A kiss to your forehead. His palm cradling the back of your head. ]
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You are. Shut up and c'mere.
[ Tucking you close again. A kiss to your forehead. His palm cradling the back of your head. ]