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"What are you doing?"
"You wanna go pack?" he asked, looking up at her.
She paused, putting the book down and leaning out of the hammock for a moment. "Abellll."
He might have looked insulted, raising one eyebrow. "That's not what I'm doing. Thanks, though." He finished putting the dishes away. "We gotta...
That evening, Ophelia was lounging on her hammock, reading a book.
He squinted at her playfully. "Is that what you think I'm doing?"
(...zoop?)
He looked in her direction and his face softened. "You have no reason to apologize," he said. "It's just another con to put on the list."
She rolled her eyes, watching him leave before turning back to the table.
He checked his watch again before standing up, going to clean the dishes. His shoulders were hunched and he was frowning.
She paused, a playful smile crossing her face as she sat down. "Let me make myself perfectly clear, Abel. I think you're absolutely wonderful."
He relaxed a little, but still seemed on edge. "I just do my work at nighttime, Fleur. That's all."
"No," she replied, leaning against the table. "I'm not."
He frowned, looking up at her. "Do I have to?"
She squinted at him. "I'm no coward, Abel."
"Work," he replied simply.
She flushed and shook her head playfully. "That's... besides the point."
"Yes," he said, checking the time. "I came back at around three."
Her smile deepened and she rested her forehead against his again. "About saying something? Abel, that's not like you."
He set the plate in front of her and sat down, folding his hands. "No, I uh... I did leave last night."
