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She looked at it hesitantly, going to eat.
He frowned. "The warehouse?"
She faltered, saying nothing.
He frowned. "I'm not sure. I could try to go back.'
"I.. I don't believe that. You're hurting him."
"I couldn't stand.. You helped me."
"Well.. Not particularly. I heard I'm not allowed to talk to Ferris without supervision."
He looked down at himself. "I.. followed her orders. You helped me."
She frowned. "I'm fine."
He took a bagel from the bag. "Eve.. I don't know her control."
Fleur came in, taking a seat with a frown.
He brightened a little. "Okay. Bagels."
She pulled her hand away with a frown. "Sorry," she said, carefully moving past him to meet Romero.
He looked confused as he tried to remember what it was. "Hm.."
"I'm not angry with you," she said gently, taking his hand and squeezing it. "You're okay."
He looked up at her with nervous frown. "Okay.. What about you?"
Her eyes narrowed. This seemed to irritate her. "Is that so?"
He woke a little while later, looking around in a panic when he realized he was alone. He found the note, his hand over her chest anxiously.
She looked stricken, her brows furrowed. "It's okay.."
He stayed asleep, his brows furrowed.
