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He shook his head, looking down at the floor as he followed her. "What would you have done, Fleur?" he asked, his voice harsh but hushed. "If...
"Well, maybe we do and we just don't know it yet," she replied, meeting his gaze.
"Then I'll wait outside with you," he said flatly. "I won't talk to you - clearly, you can't understand this - but I'm not going to have you wait...
She hesitated, looking at the blank wall opposite from the windows. "We... we should paint something."
He looked distraught, but his expression hardened. "Fine. Then I'm walking with you."
She looked back up at him, looking surprised that he was able to predict her next move. She paused before kissing his cheek, her face softening....
"I got frightened, Fleur," he said, catching her hand as he followed her. "I knew that time was running out and I knew that this was something...
She looked towards the ground where she had just protested the snacks concept mere seconds before.
He followed her, running his hand through his air. "You can't go," he said desperately. "It's the middle of the night. Just... stay and we can...
"Hammocks," she said instantly. "Ten of them."
His brow furrowed and he folded his arms defensively, studying her. "I knew that you'd see it as a bad thing, Fleur," he said quietly. "Even if...
"Anything?" she asked, standing up and approaching him. "Hm... I like Red Vines."
He shook his head, watching her intently, his brow furrowing. "No. I... God, Fleur, of course I wanted to tell you, but... You wanted me to be...
She grinned at him, resting her head in her hand as she considered him, her elbow perched on her knee. "Uhh... junk food, or just snacks?"
"And... and I went back to what I knew worked," he said, approaching her and taking her hands. "I couldn't lose you, Fleur, and the end of the...
She was quiet for a good minute before sitting up, her hair slightly disheveled from the tantrum. "I like yogurt-covered raisins," she said...
He was watching her, looking a little stricken. "I... I tried to make it work with the bookstore, Fleur. I really did. But I wasn't... I wasn't...
She was not finished, pressing her hands to her eyes in anguish. "And to think, I was going to get you a gift for Christmas!" she lamented. "A...
He looked a little panicked, running his hand through his hair. "It's... it's just work," he said quietly. "It was just work. That's all."
"Do you do this to all girls?" she asked numbly, lying back on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. "Bring them in with your talk of a...
