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lemon 
"Are you not better right now?" Why wasn't he? Alice continued staring at him blankly from the other side of the afghan, wiggling her fingers slightly in acknowledgement when he took her hand. "You shouldn't hurt for me. I'm not worth hurt." She gave him another look before breaking off another piece of the naan with her free hand and going back to staring at her tea cup. "What's your trick?"
Violin. "Mmm, violin." Writing the things and interpretations down from the reading as she went, Alice copied all the meanings of the symbols in her teacup into her journal entry before setting her quill down and scooping up a bit of the curry with more flatbread. She was totally looking over his shoulder at all of the things he was writing down, too, and.. was he going to turn in ALL of that? To let a professor READ? "I don't have issues with talking about feelings," she informed him defiantly. Just so he knew. Because she didn't.
Really. She didn't. Hmph. Feelings. Hmph.
"I'm better enough," Mo released Alice's hand and leaned back on his elbows, his eyes on the sky above them. He was making her
uncomfortable, and he was behaving like a fool. So. "It's your own fault, you know? I haven't been able to find any other girls even half as interesting as you. Trust me, I'm looking. And the trick, obviously, is to use magic," he responded in a light tone as he watched a leaf spiral through the air above them.
He agreed with her, though. Hurting was lame, and he was the only one suffering. Time to knock it off.
"You shouldn't read people's homework. It's either dead boring or else will say something you're not meant to read," he offered unhelpfully, sticking his tongue out at her for good measure. And she was HARD to talk with about feelings, which was what he'd meant, really. Maybe Alice loved to talk about how she felt (she didn't, btw), but she didn't make it easy.