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LilFox06 
Anya gave a dramatic eyeroll. "Fiiiine. But only because you deserve to win just one argument against me in your lifetime. So congratulations." She then flashed him a cheeky grin.
She smiled and gave a small happy bounce in her seat. "D'aww. How sweet." she said. "And I don't really worry when it comes to you, anyway. I know you like plenty of things about me." They were what they were for a reason after all.
She then squeezed his hand once more. "So... you promise you're okay? No... post-traumatic stress or... anything...? Because. It's fine if you do." She actually had experienced a little first hand last term. "Because... we can talk, if you need to. Or want to. Or whatever."
.... Milton narrowed his eyes. She was right. AGAIN. Which totally defeated his
unworthy triumph from ten seconds before. What was it with Anya Phillips and always being right? It wasn't fair.
"Punk," he muttered quietly, but loud enough so she could hear.
Chuckling, Milton shook his head. She was adorable.
"I know. You're my little potato." GRIN. They were two weirdos and totally crazy
about each other.
Siiiigh. There she was worrying again.
"Yes, Anya, I promise I'm fine." And he didn't have post-traumatic stress... Yet. Maybe it hadn't set in yet. Maybe he was still in shock or something and the nightmares about man eating plants and exploding professors and stuff would come later. But he certainly hoped not.
"Talk...? About what? Plants?"