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She looked away from him, sitting on the edge of the building.
Ferris stood at the door, pulling on his coat.
She folded her arms protectively, looking down at the ground.
(Zoop to goodbyes?)
“Why would I be afraid of you?” she asked angrily, turning to him. “Just stop it, Abel.”
He fell silent as they brought the soup to the table.
“I’m not acting weird,” she replied sharply, pulling away from him.
“It will be,” he repeated. “You forgot who she was for a whole week, Ferris,” Alyssa said flatly. “You’ll be fine.”
“No, I’m not,” she replied in irritation. “What would I be hiding from you? You go everywhere with me.”
His lips were pursed, but he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah.”
“Because there’s nothing to talk about, Abel,” she replied sharply, going to the edge of the building and looking out, folding her arms protectively.
He stirred the pot, his brow furrowed nervously.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said hastily, getting out of the bed.
Ferris was still frowning, but he sighed. “Okay. You guys want to sit?”
She was frowning too, watching him nervously.
She squinted before sighing. “Fine. We’ll eat lunch together.”
She turned on her back and sat up as soon as he did, supporting herself with her hands. “No, I’m not,” she said quickly, watching him. “I-I just...
“You need to learn to cook, Fleur,” Alyssa responded. “Go get your coat, Ferris.”
She squinted at him, shifting in her spot. “No, I didn’t,” she protested quickly. “Can we go back to talking about your sister?”
She frowned at him, resting her head down on the pillow. “What was what?”
