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She kissed his hand, her touch warm. "It's okay."
Francis was asleep on the couch, stretched out with his head back.
He sighed. "Fine," he said, leaning her to a large, grassy area. "He will be here shortly."
She frowned. "Don't be sad! I know that you like to kiss me!"
Aspen watched, her brow furrowed and she couldn't help but worry.
She reached up, her thumb brushing his jaw gently and soothingly as she tilted her head at him. "I love you," she said thoughtfully, observing...
(Yoop!)
"I think you will be able to deal with it. It's not a dinosaur anyways."
"Doing what? Teasing you?"
She picked up Mo, handing him over.
She looked up at him, her brows furrowing. "You didn't! I'm so glad you came along, Row. All I care about is if you're okay. I want you to be...
He sighed, going go the couch.
"No, I'm not going to beat you up. You're good friend Warner is going to help you. He's good with guns."
"It definitely is."
"He came to me," she replied. "He fell in a puddle and apparently doesn't remember much."
She hardly hesitated to hug him, her hands gentle.
She nodded. "I'll see you later."
He nodded slowly. "That works."
"Cause you're making it seem like it," she teased.
She tilted her head, glancing at the mouse.
