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She nodded, picking up her phone. "Chinese?"
He was gasping for breath, chuckling weakly as he wiped tears from his eyes. "Oh... my God."
She paused, giving him a smile. "Wanna order takeout?"
He was laughing so hard that he had to lean against the wall, holding his side weakly.
"I got mad too," she amended. "It's alright."
He started cackling, his head thrown back in laughter.
She seemed conflicted, watching him for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Thank you for talking."
He kept a straight face. "Я влюблен в нее."
She tilted her head before pulling away completely, dropping her arms. "Okay. Anything I can do?"
"At some point, we should have a conversation about her."
She rolled her eyes before the explosives caught her gaze. "Are we... going?"
He waved her off. "Don't worry about it. We should say bye to your grandmother."
Her frown deepened and she pulled away slightly. "That's not very smart."
"Not to be dramatic, but I believe that you've been holding me hostage since we met."
"For you, Princess? I don't believe I have a choice."
"If you do have faith in my abilities, then put me on the front lines," she replied adamantly. "Besides, there's no reason why you should be...
"Do you make a solemn vow, then, Fleur? To tell me in any future instance when you are upset?"
She looked back up at him, a flush crossing the bridge of her nose before she rested her head on his chest again. "That's not good strategy."
She hesitated, her gaze flickering away from him. "I don't think you think I'm capable enough," she replied. "I don't think you believe that I...
He squinted at her before draping an arm over her shoulder. "Would you?"
