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He opened his eyes, clearly brightening as he watched her. “You do?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “And the hammock. That was the main reason we came. You were humoring me. I don’t quite know why.”
He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes in something close to relief. “I love you, Fleur,” he said quietly, his voice low. “You don’t need to...
She brushed her hand along the back of a sofa, her face thoughtful. “This is where we got the world’s greatest beanbag chair,” she told him.
“I’m great,” he told her gently. “Are you okay?”
(Zoop?)
His face softened and he pulled her in. “Don’t cry, sweetheart, please don’t cry. Everything’s okay.”
“To the furniture store?” she teased, looking up at him. “I’m very familiar, Abes.”
“Do I not look okay?” he teased, kissing her cheek gently.
She looked up at him. “Yeah. Let’s go do that today.”
One hand cupped the back of her head gently. “You did so well, Fleur. You did so well.”
She faltered a little, but nodded, turning to look at their stuff. “Yeah. That’s a good idea.”
He settled her on his hips, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him, trying to crush any space between them. “You’re...
She laughed a little, nudging him playfully like she used to do. “Don’t want to have another night like last night, huh?”
He grunted a little, but pulled her into his arms, picking her up and kissing her.
She looked over at him. “What can I do to make it better?”
There was a silence before someone stood in the doorway, his silhouette tall and familiar. “I’m here, Princess, don’t worry.”
She sighed a little, folding her arms against the fall breeze. “We’ll figure it out.”
She looked bewildered and gave it to him as the door opened and Romero stepped out, his eyes deadly. Ferris put it on and grabbed Alyssa and...
She looked over at him, saying nothing for a moment. “Can I ask why? You don’t have any connection to your old self.”
