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He buried his face in the side of her neck. "Does your head hurt?"
He raised an eyebrow. "It's probably better if we haven't," he said flatly.
Poppy hesitated, going down the stairs and coming over to him. Her eyes were lined in red from crying, but she didn't look at him. "Do you,...
"It will be!"
"Well, that is good news. I like to be near you too."
"Well, you evidently haven't been assigned anything."
Poppy watched, melancholia spreading across her features before she spoke, her voice sounding drawn and sad. "Diana. Go get ready for the day,...
"It will."
He flushed, lying back down and pulling her close to him. "Can I, now?"
"It's overrated. Things need to get done."
Poppy came down the stairs, holding James closely. She stopped when she saw Diana with Francis, her brows furrowing worriedly.
"It smells great."
"Yeah. It's nice to be near you."
"The sun is," he agreed, eyeing her curiously, "but he seems content to sit in a field all day, playing his instruments, ignoring his duties."
"When will it be back to normal?"
She kissed his cheek. "Thank you."
"It's good to see you..."
"Hm. He's pretty unfocused if you ask me. He doesn't prioritize his responsibilities."
She sniffled, burying her face in his chest.
She rested her head on his shoulder.
