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“You can’t keep taking on my pain like this when I come back hurt,” he sad sighing softly.

“Yes, and no. I’m not feeling what you feel when I do this, Petya, I’m only making you not feel it. It’s only the effort that hurts.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.  You’re still hurting to make me feel better.  I can handle this on my own you know.”

“I don’t want you to handle it on your own. You say that as though you’re forcing me to this.” Her voice was still unnaturally steady.

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“You can’t keep taking on my pain like this when I come back hurt,” he sad sighing softly.

Her voice was steady. “Yes, I can. Don’t talk, now.”

“Doesn’t this hurt you Summer?  To take that pain from me and to you?”

“Yes, and no. I’m not feeling what you feel when I do this, Petya, I’m only making you not feel it. It’s only the effort that hurts.”

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“You can’t keep taking on my pain like this when I come back hurt,” he sad sighing softly.

Her voice was steady. “Yes, I can. Don’t talk, now.”

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“Is it Valentine’s Day?  Oh come on, yuck.”

“Now you’re trying to change the subject. Does that mean no kisses? Or are you trying to say that you love me?”

“I never said no kisses, did I?  They’re just not for Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me, lover boy.”

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“Is it Valentine’s Day?  Oh come on, yuck.”

“Love, is it? People can give gifts any day of the year, but we still celebrate Christmas. Or Hanukkah, as the case may be.”

“What was that you were saying about love?”

“Well you celebrate those holidays.  Mostly I don’t celebrate much of anything.  Well birthdays, but I guess that counts enough?”  He sighed, “I meant people in general.  It’s just terrible how people get caught up into everything.”

“Now you’re trying to change the subject. Does that mean no kisses? Or are you trying to say that you love me?”

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“Is it Valentine’s Day?  Oh come on, yuck.”

“I don’t know why it matters what you call the day.”

“Because Valentine’s day is some cheap excuse to make money off of people’s love.  Don’t see why it has to be special when people can love on any other day.”

“Love, is it? People can give gifts any day of the year, but we still celebrate Christmas. Or Hanukkah, as the case may be.”

“What was that you were saying about love?”

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“Is it Valentine’s Day?  Oh come on, yuck.”

“I’m not asking you to buy me chocolates or anything.”

“I can give you kisses for Saturday.”

“I don’t know why it matters what you call the day.”

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“Is it Valentine’s Day?  Oh come on, yuck.”

“I’m not asking you to buy me chocolates or anything.”

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She glanced back and spluttered a laugh. “Oh, Pietro. You’re going to eat me out of house and home.”

“Maybe.  Probably.  Super powered metabolism isn’t always a good thing.”

“At least come keep me company in the kitchen, you ridiculous man.”

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“Are you going to expire in the time it takes for the pasta to cook?” Reaching out, she ruffled his hair before getting up. “Because if so, cookies.”

“I just might.  It’s gonna be touch and go,” he said, crumpling up the empty cookie bag after he had used his speed to eat them all.  “What cookies.”

She glanced back and spluttered a laugh. “Oh, Pietro. You’re going to eat me out of house and home.”