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Thank you.

[She doesn't kiss him again, just curls her fingers around the back of his neck and leans up to rest her forehead against his.

Quietly:]

Do you know why I was so angry?

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[Just as quietly:] Because I'm an asshole?

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[Damn it, Saul.

She sighs.]

Because it felt like you were undermining me in front of people I need to trust me.

[Because it gave the impression that he didn't trust her, whether that was true or not.]

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[Isn't that what he just said?

He reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.]

I'm sorry.

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[She's quiet for a long moment, and she has to close her eyes to get through this next bit:]

My best friend used to knock me unconscious and leave me on a rooftop if she thought I wasn't gonna be able to handle the fight in front of us.

[She knows Cass was just trying to protect her, that she didn't exactly have social skills, but it still hurt.]

Please don't do it again.

[Everyone else undermines her; she can't stand it if Saul does it, too.]

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[Wow, look at how not surprised he is by that. He manages to keep a sad sigh at bay, but there's no hiding the look on his face.]

I won't, neshomeleh.

[That'll help, right?]

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[She doesn't even need to look at him to guess at his expression right now.

And it does help, both the reassurance and the familiar term of endearment; with a quiet sigh, she moves in for another hug.]

Thank you.