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  <subtitle>He stared at me in confusion, and I gave a sigh - I ran a hand through my hair, and gave a huge yawn.

&amp;quot;I was at a family reunion,&amp;quot; I muttered, sounding quite dismal.

&amp;quot;Not too happy about it, huh?&amp;quot; he smirked.

&amp;quot;You could say that,&amp;quot; I yawned again, and stretched.

&amp;quot;Speaking of family,&amp;quot; Ryuuki said, shuffling closer to me, &amp;quot;Do you and your brother live alone?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Er...sort of,&amp;quot; I said, trying to escape his gaze.

&amp;quot;Sort of? You either do or don't,&amp;quot; he stated, and narrowed his eyes.

I gave a nervous smile, and then it hit me that I didn't know _anything_, not even the slightest inkling, about Ryuuki's family. 

_Way to go, Haine. You have zilch information on your boyfriend. Lovely way to start the morning._

I berated the little voice in my head harshly, and thankfully, it shut up long enough for me to churn out an answer.

&amp;quot;We do live alone - it's a bit...complicated,&amp;quot; I said, smoothing my PJs.

&amp;quot;Besides, what are you doing here first thing in the morning?&amp;quot; I asked, irritation creeping into my voice.</subtitle>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love how she chides herself here: &lt;em&gt;Way to go, Haine. You have zilch information on your boyfriend. Lovely way to start the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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