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He glared, saying nothing.
She grinned, scooting back.
She laughed slightly before turning to look, getting close to his ear. "Babe, I think I had a bad dream."
Francis frowned, putting the gun down. "Fine."
"Come lay with me then. It'll start to feel better tomorrow."
She blinked, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you think that?"
He cocked the gun. "She won't say anything."
He eventually drifted off as well.
He smiled slightly, his hand brushing her hair.
"True.."
She blinked, turning and looking with tired eyes.
Francis frowned before turning the gun to his own head. "Are we any good dead?"
"I'll show you!"
"That's a shame."
"We don't know that!"
He slowly relaxed, closing his eyes.
"It shouldn't. You've only achieved the title of hermit anyway. It's your city to worry about. You don't know who's on our side. Utrana needs...
"What if it was free to come and go?"
He took in a breath, shifting slightly.
She tapped her chin, looking up at him. "But you still have them."
