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He went to the door, stepping in and stretching.
She looked back at him. "What do you mean?"
He opened the door, stepping out. "That's a good idea," he said, offering his hand.
She grinned. "I'm not judging. Let's just take these down."
"I'm not sure," he said. "What do you like?"
She chuckled, going to take off a painting.
He grinned at her. "Yeah, me neither. We're almost home."
She nodded, entering the room and looking around.
He nodded comfortably. "I agree."
She tilted her head. "Well.. Maybe I can help you take down the paintings, that way you're not alone."
He laughed, nodding. "It was great."
She looked up at him affectionately. "It's alright."
He looked over at her in surprise. "I know you were."
She was quiet before laughing dryly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Ferris.."
He nodded, looking out the window. "Yeah."
It was Fleur. She looked tired and suspicious. "What.. What are you doing that is making so much noise on the wall?"
He relaxed, leaning back. "I'm tired."
After a bit, there was a knock at his door.
He followed her, folding onto her arm gently. They made it outside, where the car was waiting, and got in. "You know, once we get home we can...
She went to her room, shutting the door as well. His room was large. The wallpaper a dark navy blue. Tall paintings stared down at him unsettlingly.
