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"That's not what I said. Look, can we just enjoy the evening without fighting?"
He laughed a little, but his face softened. "I love you too, Fleurs."
She groaned a little, rubbing her face tiredly. “I just think it’s unwise to be building a plan for many years into the future where you and I...
He looked down at her, kissing her hair. “You okay?”
Her brows furrowed. “That’s not what I said... I don’t understand why you’re acting like this...”
“Your loss. Let me know if you change your mind.”
She seemed very confused at this point. “Because things happen, Abel. I’m not going to say we’re still going to be together when all this is...
“Want me to kill him?” Ferris offered.
She looked even more confused, tilting her head. “We are together. What are you talking about?”
“How’d it resolve?”
She squinted up at him in confusion. “Because... the rebellion won’t be our responsibility anymore?”
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Was he angry?”
She shrugged a little. “Well, you know... when this is all over, we won’t need to see each other or live with each other or anything.”
“Uh...“ He hesitated, thinking about this. “One time, when I was 12, I tried to present my work to Romero. I tripped on the rug and scuffed it in...
She was watching the show, but her gaze flickered up to him. “Well... yeah. That makes sense, right?”
He kissed the top of her head before continuing. “Okay. Most embarrassing moment?”
She looked up at him before shrugging smoothly. “You’ll find something that intrigues you too.”
“That seems close-minded,” he teased. “We can just walk and see where it takes us.”
She considered this, pinching a napkin between her fingers. “I don’t know,” she said eventually. “I might go see my family. It’s been a long time.”
“Do we have to have an end destination?”
