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He followed her, closing the door behind them. "We should probably talk..."
She noticed his frown. "What is it?"
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Nope. I'm scandalous."
She looked at him gratefully, taking them. "What time is it?"
"Aw, Fleur. It's sweet that you think I have dignity to maintain."
She watched him leave and frowned before trying to follow him.
They approached her apartment, and he laughed lightly. "What reputation are you ruining?"
She squinted at him before pointing at one welt on her neck that snuck across her cheek. "I don't need you to do this. It's self-pitying and...
He flushed a little, rolling his eyes. "Don't tell anyone."
"I think you are," she replied, sitting on the edge of the hammock. "But that's okay, Abes."
He beamed at her, draping his arm over her shoulder. "You admit it!"
She grinned up at him sheepishly, sitting up. "Not exactly. But that's fine. I appreciate the effort."
"Why? Because you have a big crush on me?"
"It's fine, Abel," she said with a small sigh, pulling the pillow away. "It just sucks in the meantime."
"Thank you for the dancing," he replied smoothly. "Even though I snuck in."
"Shut up," he would hear her mutter, her voice muffled.
He packed up the picnic basket, grabbing it with his free hand.
She seemed to realize what she said and flushed too, covering her face with her pillow. "I didn't mean... ugh. This is unfair."
He hesitated before taking her hand. "...okay."
She rolled her eyes, turning to look at him playfully. "You also got hurt, Abel, but... I mean, look at you. You're so beautiful."
