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Her face fell and she tilted her head. "So... you didn't enjoy it...me?"
Tears filled his eyes at her gentleness and he bit his lip, looking down so she wouldn't see him cry.
"Suffering?" she teased, resting her free hand against his jaw, turning his face to look at her. "I thought you said you enjoyed it?"
His face seemed to lighten a little as he kissed her knuckles, his fingers still cold from the downstairs. He seemed to be considering this logic...
She started laughing deeply at his discomfort, leaning back on her hands. "You should be proud."
"But... your life would be better, Fleur, just objectively, if I wasn't in it," he said softly. "It would be better."
"Yes, true," she replied, leaning against him. "I should know. I slept with you today."
He leaned into her hand, clearly touch-starved. "I lie to you and lead you into dangerous situations."
"Because you're good at everything else, Abes," she replied easily.
He watched her, his brow furrowed. "Why, Fleur? I don't understand. You're in love with a bum criminal. You could have anyone."
She picked up two pieces and began to screw them together. "These two... here."
"I don't want you to go," he said quietly. "I feel like... all the color in the world leaves when you go away. Maybe that's just what breakups are...
She squinted at him before returning her focus to the instructions. "It says here to screw part 3a into part 4a..."
"But I'll be meaner tomorrow," he said tiredly. "I'll be sharper tomorrow. I'll be less honest tomorrow."
She laughed a little, leaning over and kissing the corner of his mouth. "No, I don't."
He propped his head up with his hand. "Us. This."
She scooted next to him, reading the instructions carefully and placing her hands over his, molding them gently to follow the instructions....
"Don't you want to talk?" he asked, sounding a little surprised.
She glanced up at him in surprise, already having assembled many of her parts. She paused though, setting hers down self consciously and nodding....
He kissed her cheek, now smelling like toothpaste. "I missed you," he murmured quietly, running his fingers through her hair.
