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"I did," he replied, coming down the stairs to her. "What about you?"
Her fingers curled in his shirt and she gave him a small smile, planting one kiss on his neck before closing her eyes.
He relaxed, standing on the landing as he looked down at her. “Hey, you.”
“Never,” she said gently. “You’re my person, you know? We can handle anything.”
He got out of bed, heading downstairs curiously.
She kissed his chest, rubbing his abdomen gently. “I’m not going to give up on you, Abel,” she said quietly. “No matter what.”
He didn’t wake until she had left, sitting up in surprise. “...Fleur?”
She slid off his chest, curling up next to him. “Are you feeling better?”
He was sleeping next to her, his head turned into his pillow.
She reached out, tucking his hair behind his ear. “I love you too, my darling...”
The next morning, Ferris was next to her, sleeping soundly.
“I’m not frightened of you,” she said gently, guiding his hands to her waist. “I love you. You were just trying protect us.”
(Zoop?)
She sat up, sliding into his lap gently and kissing his forehead. “Please don’t be sad.”
He stood by the window of the apartment for a long time before placing a phone call, going to leave the room. “Monty? Yeah, we need to talk.”
She seemed confused, looking around. “Will you come with?”
He stayed awake for a long time, standing up after she had fallen asleep.
She curled in his arms easily, shifting awake uncertainly. “Abel...?”
He rubbed her back gently, kissing her head. “Sleep. I’ll be here.”
Ophelia was still curled up next to the beanbag, her head resting against the floor and her feet tucked nearly underneath her.
