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Fleur looked over at Ferris with raised eyebrows.
He was still frowning. "Yeah. What are you doing?"
She suddenly squinted. "It's good. There's nothing wrong with tuna."
Abel came inside, his brows furrowed as he shut the door behind him.
Fleur looked up anxiously. "Thanks, Fer."
(Yoop!)
She frowned at her. "No, I'm not.'
Abel huffed, glaring at the door before getting dressed and heading out.
She shook her head slightly. "He has gotten away, it's just.. there was some stuff that we needed to figure out. You shouldn't worry too much.."
He watched her go, his expression hard.
She frowned. "Why don't you just talk to him?"
He shook his head with a frown. "That's not how it works."
Fleur sat up. "He's not working for him," she clarified. "He's been avoiding him."
"Yes, the thing stopping me is the fact that it's you and not some machine."2
Her eyes widened slightly. "What?"
"You're not a machine," he said flatly, frowning at her.
Fleur frowned, seeming unsure what to say.
She shrugged nervously. "He was there."
"Sorry, not conflicted. Hesitant. Uncertain. Unwilling."
"I work in a theater," she said. "Lot's of people come in. He was one of them."
