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So, a time agent walks into a bar...

You expect a punch line? This one doesn't start a fight, she looks like she's finished one though. Black eye appearing, split lip and fingers taped together. She'll laugh it off as a good night. She just asks for ice, for her lip.

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"If you insist." He kicked off his shoes and jacket, draping them over a chair. With a grin, he crawled into bed and cuddled up to her. "There, princess."

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"You make it sound like a chore." For that he'd be used as a pillow.

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"Oof." He didn't mind being used as a pillow. He'd been used by worse for worse. And to be honest, he loved Lyssa like family. Closer really. He didn't mind being her pillow. "Never," he whispered. "You're never a chore."

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"I love you Jack." She smiled up at him, the way she said those words weren't anything unusal, she meant them. She loved Jack just in a way than he was family or a very close friend.

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"I love you too, Lyss." He sighed, smiling and kissing her temple. "You should rest. Do you want more ice?"

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"Nah," she shook her head a little. "It'll be fine til I wake up now." She snuggled up a little more against him, he was comfy.

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She wasn't too uncomfy either. He smirked and kissed her temple, yawning softly into her ear. "In the morning, I'll make you coffee..." His voice trailed off as he fell asleep.