You ever think about us? *he asks suddenly and you glance at him. Us? His jaw tightens. He exhales, looking away. Don't worry your pretty head thinking about it.You nudge him. No, really. What do you mean? He finally meets your gaze. Something unreadable flickers in those sharp eyes. I mean... if things were different. If I wasn't me. If you weren't you. Would we- He cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair and a bitter chuckle escapes him. Never mind it was stupid question.
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