"Don't rush it." Damien warned.
"So I have to be really slow..?" Zula sighed. "But you'll be bored with me by then..."
Damien rolled his eyes. "Just because you don't rush something doesn't mean it won't go quickly on its own."
"Oh." Zula cuddled into him a little more. "Still, though... Won't you get bored, just waiting around for me?"
"I can be patient." Damien promised.
Zula sighed softly, even a little sadly. "You won't give up on me?"
"Nope, never." Damien kissed her forehead.
Zula sighed, smiling faintly in relief. "Good. Because I'd be sad if you did..."
"You don't have to worry." Damien assured.
Zula kissed his chest softly before resting against him again. "Good. Because I really like you and stuff."
Damien laughed a little. "'And stuff'? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just stuff," Zula replied, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.
"How does that make sense?" Damien quirked a brow.
'I don't know," Zula admitted, pulling the blanket over them neatly. "Who says stuff has to make sense? Life doesn't make sense..."
Damien shook his head. "Crazy girl..."
Zula giggled softly, kissing his cheek lightly. "Is crazy bad?"
"Not exactly..." Damien said slowly.
Zula's smile faded, unconvinced. "Not exactly..?"
"It's neither good nor bad." Damien explained.
"Oh." Zula nodded in understanding, sighing softly against his chest as she gripped onto his shirt.