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"E'ry where," Long replied quietly.

Rosen's frown deepened a little as he laid down next to Long and put his arm around him, "There's no fire to burn you here," he promised.

Long was silent for awhile before asking, "Do I 'ave 't use yur smelly sha'poo?"

Rosen smirked, "I'll buy you any kind you like," he reassured him.

"... Yur hair smells weird," Long reminded Rosen in case he had forgotten.

Rosen shrugged, "If I ever seduce you, I'll remember to change shampoos first."

"You said you wouldn't," Long reminded Rosen.

"I said 'If I ever' so it's like a joke... ah whatever," Rosen spat, "I never seduce people who have been molested. Ever."

Long suddenly got very quiet.

Rosen blinked, "What?" then he paused, "... oh..."

Long still didn't say anything. But he was looking at Rosen's hair like he was still trying to figure it out.

Rosen leaned closer and flicked his hair in Long's face again.

Long complained in Chinese again, swiping at Rosen's hair a little.

Rosen giggled, "See, no burning," he explained.

Long mentioned something in Chinese about the flame-repellant shampoo that Rosen supposedly used as the reason for the lack of burning. He also babbled something about the color red and a ribbon before closing his eyes to supposedly sleep some more.

Rosen stayed beside Long, his arm still around him. As Long dosed off, so did he.