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He still looked worried, clenching his fists. "I.. suppose."
Fleur rested a hand on his shoulder, looking embarrassed. There may have been a blush on her face. "Alright, no more interrogations. Is breakfast...
He looked down at his own hands. "I've gotten this far," he said. "I'm afraid. What else can I do after this factory business besides killing the...
Fleur squinted at her, but didn't say anything.
"I'm coming from a very limited perspective, O. There's a lot that could have passed me by."
Fleur looked up, straightening up in embarrassment and slipping out from under his arm.
He shook his head. "I'm just worried. What if there's more than I planned? Or.. I don't know. Things i didn't take into consideration."
She rolled her eyes playfully, reaching up and poking his cheek. "None of them were good."
He frowned. "I was thinking. Of course we can go all we can to steer the people in the right direction, but.. I don't know if I'll be able to...
She leaned against him as she grinned. "Your puns are bad, Ferris."
"We'll figure something out once we go look," he said, leaning back. "Don't worry."
She tugged on his arm playfully. "Stoooop."
Abel looked up. He may have looked a little relieved to see her back. "Are you okay?"
She laughed aloud. "That was bad."
He put down his things, sighing as he rubbed his temples.
"Ouch," she muttered, making her way back to the kitchen.
He looked up in surprise, but nodded. "Right."
She looked over at him curiously. "With me, rather than alone?"
He looked back at his map with a frown. "You have quite the memorable face," he said, though it was rather quiet, as if he thought she couldn't...
She grinned at him. "But now you're here."
