[ He makes a strange scowl as she affectionately drapes her arms about him, confused, uncertain what to expect, but feels a certain sense of relief at her harsh words, which draw a wry humorous smirk to his face. They're so backwards. ]
I don't plan on it. Don't worry.
[ He leans back into the cushion, tilting his head up to turn to her expectantly, hoping for a kiss to fill his lack of comforting words. ]
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I don't plan on it. Don't worry.
[ He leans back into the cushion, tilting his head up to turn to her expectantly, hoping for a kiss to fill his lack of comforting words. ]