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[HE DOESN'T WANT TO WIN ANYTHING 8( he just wants them to not die!1]

. . . you're a good person.

[he says, while running his fingers through her hair]

[Am I?]

[She says nothing, choosing instead to just close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of his fingers in her hair.]

[he will continue to thread them through her locks in silence, then. no need to interrupt the moment]

[She eventually interrupts it herself, after some long minutes of silently urging his fingers to scritch more deeply.]

Mmm … Spark?

Yeah?

[his voice sounds a little lazy; relaxed, even]

… would you call me a liar?

[The question is asked softly]

[blinks, clearly surprised by the question, and his fingers in her hair stop]

What? No. I would not.

[nnnn don't do that—nudges her head into his hand a bit, encouraging him to continue.]

Well … that is a relief, I'll admit.

. . . did Nightingale call you one?

[his gentle scratching continues]

I asked her if she thought that I was one, hoping that she would say no …

She said yes, instead.

. . . why?

[completely and utterly bewildered]

Perhaps I've not been overcoming my faults as well as I thought …

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I don't think one of your faults is lyin', for what it's worth.

Not lying specifically, no.

[cracks her eyes open, and reaches up to run her fingers through his bangs.]

Though I almost did lie to you, once. Back in Corehaven.

[and both eyebrows shoot up]

This isn't somethin' I remember.

You will.

[Her other hand drifts over to her abdomen, where the scar from her stabbing is.]

I told you, in the end. I just didn't give you enough to let you get involved.

[his gaze follows her drifting hand, and his frown deepens]

The incident you told me about. When I first returned.

[Runs her fingertips over the scar, tracing it. It's a nasty-looking thing, if he can catch a glimpse of it in the shadows of her cloak.]

I'm almost surprised that you haven't remembered some of it for yourself yet.

[he does, and his own hand inches towards the scar as well, fingertips brushing against it, should she let him]

I have too much other stuff to remember, apparently.

[She does let him, shifting her hand out of the way with a soft exhale. Her skin is cool in the evening air; it's not going to be the warmest of nights.]

Anything of particular interest …?

[jerks a thumb towards his back]

I remembered gettin' my tattoo.

And I remembered your terrifying mother.

... Ah!

[YOU REMEMBERED MY TERRIFYING MOTHER]

I believe terrorizing you became something of a hobby for her.

. . .

I'm not sure whether I should be flattered or not.

It means she likes you.

Flattered, then.

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