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Mr. Hawk, will you please come back to the house? I found a solution to our problem.

I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?

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[hasstandards]

Yeah. I suppose so, sometimes.

[His breathing deepened, muscles relaxing as he drifted toward the point of unconsciousness. Despite his body giving in to sleep, his mind was still at work. He was a little less intelligible when he spoke a few moments later.]

I'd rather... you just stayed.

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[Stay? Did he mean stay in bed? Well, she wasn't going anywhere but she still had to question him.]

Stayed?

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[His breaths were heavier, voice low as he mumbled something completely incoherent, exhaustion stripping him of his ability to convey exactly what he meant.

That didn't mean he didn't try as he pulled her to him again, eyes shut as he rested his head on her. He wanted her to stay with him in every sense: there in that moment, in Paradise, if they returned to Sawmill, and in some deeper sense he couldn't fully comprehend. Saying that much through a simple embrace, however, wasn't likely to be a successful endeavor.]

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[Pyro decided the best thing she could do was be silent and go to sleep. Sniper looked like he needed rest after everything she had put him through that night.

Wrapped up in his warm embrace, it became easy for her to drift off into her own dreams. There was something safe and secure about those arms she had long forgotten from others in her past.]