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"My standards aren't insane, but.. I'd prefer at least somewhere decently clean."
"I'll let you stay here," he decided. "Sorry your room isn't the best."
She nodded, going ahead. "Do you know of anywhere to go?"
"I barely know you," he said flatly. "What am I supposed to think?"
Fleur watched the figure go before turning to Ferris with a nervous frown. "What.. was that?"
He nodded slowly, looking thoughtful as he sat on the couch. "Hm.. Alright." He raised his eyebrows at her. "You should know that what were going...
She took his hand, getting out of the boat carefully, looking around the town with a small frown.
"I suppose you could stay here if you wanted. I figured you wouldn't," he said easily, taking a water bottle.
She was quiet, her brows furrowed. She seemed uncomfortable and nervous, her eyes down.
"I can set something up. It might take a few days." He crossed his arms. "You look upset."
She nodded hesitantly, reaching up and covering her ears.
He nodded. "Probably. You'd have to probably go by boat.."
Fleur shuddered, tensing a little bit when he spoke.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "I think they're looking for you. Maybe you should go stay with your parents."
She sat down beside him, looking nervous.
He frowned. "Sort of."
She nodded slightly when Ferris spoke, only moving to follow him.
He kissed her cheek. "I love you too."
"I was gathering intel," he said. "I brought the gun in case things went wrong."
Fleur didn't say anything, but looked hopeful, her hands folded in front of him.
