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"You answer my question first." I shout at him, annoyed and concerned at the same instant.
He breathes, calming himself down and asks in a softer voice, "What do you want to know?'
I lower my voice too and ask, " What are you doing here?"
He hesitates a second, pondering over the answer. Then he shrugs a weeny bit before muttering, "I was looking for you. You worried me with that statement on top of the tower."
I am angry, but I can't stop blushing. Its been so long since I last felt so loved.