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He hesitated before he took her hands, holding them in both of his larger ones. "Will you come with me?"
She obliged, going into the bathroom and closing the door. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the pink welts across her face and neck...
He laughed in disbelief, watching her. “You’re not selfish,” he told her. “Fleur, you’re never selfish.”
She laughed lightly, leaning against the wall tiredly. “I’m so glad you’re around.”
He frowned. “She’s alone out there, Fleur.0
She looked up at him playfully, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom. “Oh? You don’t think I’m capable?”
“It’s not me I’m worried about,” he told her.
She nodded, trying to cross the room to the shower uncertainly.
He looked down at her, holding her face in his hands. “What do you want me to do?
“Yeah, I should probably have a shower,” she said slowly. “Did it hurt?”
“You just want me to stay,” he replied, resting his head on her forehead.
"Don't be mean," she replied almost playfully. "I don't look that bad."
He laughed weakly, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. "I'm not sure of anything with you."
She came back in about five minutes later, her hair soaked and her skin cold. Her teeth were chattering and she began her slow return to the couch.
This seemed to agitate him and he cupped her jaw in his hands. "I wouldn't be able to leave if I thought this was right," he told her quietly....
She managed to step outside, exhaling as she felt the rain. She leaned back against the wall, tipping her head upwards and closing her eyes.
His gaze dropped and he took her hands in his. "I've wanted to be yours, Fleur. I've wanted it so badly. But, I just... It's not enough. You can...
"Just..." She took a second, panting as she looked over at him. "Just trying to go outside for a minute. It's fine. Do what you were doing."
He turned her around looking at her intensely. "You've seen me," he told her sharply. "You've seen where I come from. You've seen me. This is...
