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[Then she'll just keeping playing with random locks of hair until her arm starts to get tried.]

Mm-hmm. Artemis was nominated for Queen, too.

[Technically, so was Zatanna, but she didn't really care about that.]

I might actually even vote for them.

[Closes his eye over again and rests his cheek on the top of her head.]

Does that mean you're planning on going?

Depends.

On?

Whether or not someone asked me.

[Opens up his eyes and reaches up for her hand that is running through his hair. Laces their fingers together and squeezes her hand.]

I don't think I can technically ask you, since I go to school as Dick and not Robin, but I'd love to go with you all the same.

[She's not the least bit surprised by either his action or his admission. Smiling, she leans in for a light kiss on the lips.]

If we can't go together, we can always have our own party somewhere else.

We can or you can ask me. [Grins at her and then returns the kiss.]

I suppose I could.

[/teasingly]

Up to you.

How chalant of you.

[She gives a small laugh, sitting back so she can smile up at him.]

So what do you say? You, me, and the undead?

Count me in.

[Returns the smile and leans in for another kiss. When he pulls back, he can't stop himself from going.]

I've heard people are dying to go.

[She gives a half-laugh, half groan, closing her eyes and turning her head away for a moment so he wouldn't think she was encouraging her.]

It's gonna be a killer night, that's for sure.

[...even though she was.]

[She is and he approves.]

I don't doubt it, I hear the people who are financing the prom are low-dead.

[This is why they shouldn't be left alone unsupervised]

Bet they're going to be livid when they get the bill next month.

There's no bones about it.

Haha. Very humerus.

[Snickers and then he stretches out. He doesn't look like he's as exhausted as she was when she locked herself away in the library, but he does look sleepy.

Leans back in the couch and returns to cuddling with her.]

So yeah, it sounds like it will be a fun evening.

[She takes note of this, and wonders what the best way to approach it would be. Something told her it had everything to do with what he didn't want to talk about just yet.]

I'm certainly looking forward to the entertainment it'll bring.

[She pulls away again, but only to ask:]

Did you want to lay down? You might be more comfortable that way.

Depends on the pillow.

[If she's offering to use her lap as a pillow, he's all for that, otherwise he's good as he is.]

[Sentimental as it was, laps were not always the softest or most comfortable pillows. But, wait! A solution: Zee reaches over to the far end of the couch and grabs one of the smaller throw pillows. She places it on her lap.]

Will this suffice?

[Shifts around so that he can rest his head on her lap. He's short enough that he can stretch out comfortably on the couch. Yawns and closes his eyes over again.]

Perfect.

[She resumes her playing with his hair. Purposely trying to lull him.]

I won't be offended if you pass out, you know.

No offense, but you look almost as bad as I did last month.

Think so? [Briefly opens his eyes to look up at her.]

I've just been doing a lot of thinking. [Playing with his hair seems to be doing the trick because he sounds sleepy.]

I found out I had a soul not that long ago. I've seen enough in our world to know something like that's possible but enough to also know it might not be possible.

[Her voice softens. Keeping the conversation going, but not wanting to startle him in case he really does fall asleep.]

I believe it.

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