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Fleur stood up, heading to Romero's room.
He nodded worriedly. "Yeah.. I'm alright."
She nodded. "Yeah."
He frowned, sitting up. "Come over here."
She nodded slowly. "That's okay."
He looked up at her. "What are you doing?"
She nodded slowly. "Okay. Do you know any Russian?"
Abel slowly woke blearily, looking around for her sleepily before momentarily panicking. "Ophelia?"
She tilted her head slightly. "So what should we do? Will it work through walls?"
Abel was still asleep, his brows furrowed as he slept.
(Yoop!)
It took him a long time, but he eventually slept.
Fleur still looked a rather melancholy, but she said nothing more.
His frown only deepened, and he didn't respond.
She frowned. "I don't know what to tell you."
He nodded slowly. "Okay, but.. I don't want to go."
She shook her head. "No, he can't."
He looked a little upset. "I don't know where to go."
She nodded. "I'll call her once we get to your room."
He frowned, watching her hesitantly. "He's gone..?"
