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He kissed her cheek gently. "Shall we?"
"Or fleas."
She kissed his nose. "I'm tired."
He rubbed her back. "Don't worry, now. It's alright.
"Imagine how big we are to ants!"
She flushed, a grin on her face. "Amazing."
He held her, picking her up. "I know. I'm sorry."
She laughed. "Mice?"
She pulled away slightly. "Is that okay?"
Francis looked nervous, kneeling down with a tilted head.
She looked back at him thoughtfully. "A lot. These past days. What about you?"
She tilted her head. "You're shaking."
He nodded, opening the door.
She sat down beside him, crossing her legs.
She gently kissed the scar across his nose.
He was quiet before looking back at her. "What room?"
She looked down curiously, tilting her head.
She smiled at him, her eyes warm and observant.
He sighed, starting for the kids.
She didn't seem to notice, her eyes tracing the details of the area.
