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She took a shaky breath, dropping her hands from her face. "You don't know that, Abel," she said quietly, her voice low and exhausted. "And even...
She exhaled, sitting on the couch, her brows furrowed. "That.... that son of a *squee!*."
When he raised his voice, she faltered before she sat on the edge of the cot limply and started crying in earnest, putting her head in her hands...
She turned to Fleur sharply, looking absolutely distraught. "Is that possible? Is that possible that you just didn't see where he lived?"
She turned to look at him sharply, her voice thick with emotion. "I feel like I'm cheating on you with you, Abel," she said, her eyes filling...
She stood up, not seeming to want comfort in that moment. She began pacing, running her fingers through her hair in a fashion that would feel...
She turned back to him, her expression one of uncertainty and fatigue. "How can you miss me?" she asked quietly, her voice soft and small. "You...
The reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened and tears filled them as she pressed her hand to her mouth. "Are you serious, Fleur?"
She began to unfold the cots, her shoulders hunched as she did so, her back to him. "I know," she said quietly. "I know this is kind of an...
"But..." She seemed uncertain, looking over her shoulder as if she expected Ferris to enter at any moment. "He's not... he's not that poor, is he?"
She followed him, quiet for most of the trip back. They got back to the nook and Ophelia's brows were furrowed and she looked conflicted. "Why...
She watched her, her face impossible to read for a moment. She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. "How... how different are your guys'...
She bit her lower lip, balancing the sheets in her arms precariously as she followed behind him.
She blinked in surprise, folding her arms as she considered Fleur. "Why did you give him an ultimatum?" she asked, her tone genuinely curious...
She hesitated, looking down at her feet and folding her arms self-consciously. "I'm feeling a lot of things, Abel," she said quietly. "You'll...
She shook her head, her brow furrowed. "No. Where did he go, anyway?"
She squinted at him, raising one eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
Hours passed. She would see Alyssa out in the living room, cleaning almost nervously.
She looked over at him, squinting. “What?”
He left, closing the door behind him. (Zoop?)
