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"My favorite color is pink."
He glanced at her, swatting at her lightly as if she were a fly, his violet eyes unfocused as he leaned forward.
"I can't relax. You know that."
"'Petra! You're the best person in the whole world!'"
He obliged and Aubrey groaned. "Ew."
"What do you want to know?"
He didn't seem to hear her, momentarily distracted by the puzzle of trying to get his head outside of the window. He figured it out eventually,...
She slipped her fingers in his and kissed his knuckles, her brow furrowing with worry.
"Not the best answer, but not a bad one either."
"But I'm biased because I fell in love with you."
He seemed relieved, nodding. "Thank you."
He frowned, seeming disturbed. He finally opened the window and slung his leg out of the sill.
She fell silent, tugging on his tie. "I love you, Francis Craw."
"Good answer."
"I am terribly biased."
He was absolutely red at this point and he cleared his throat. "Have mercy."
She would be able to tell instantly that something was up. He walked over to the window and began to try to open it, struggling with the lock.
She was quiet for a long moment. "I just really miss them," she said again quietly.
"Or you could insult me."
"I cannot tell a lie."
