"You don't gotta," he replied with a breath and a pat of her shoulder. It hurt too much somehow, beautifully, to say this all and look at it in its face and he wasn't able to do much more of it without breaking in a way he wasn't sure he could handle.
"Alright, c'mon. We're gonna soak somethin' at this rate. We gotta pick out yer mattress."
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"Alright, c'mon. We're gonna soak somethin' at this rate. We gotta pick out yer mattress."