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She shook her head, opening her eyes and looking up at him. "I won't. I know it must have been scary because I could have jeopardized the...
He sighed slightly. "Would you tell me if there was?"
She closed her eyes, nodding slightly. "I missed you. I'm sorry about going off without talking to you."
"So, you're not upset about anything?"
She looked conflicted, but when he spoke, her shoulders sagged and she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face in...
He looked confused. "Because I... care about you?"
There was a silence before he would hear her come up to the door and open it. "...hey."
"But even now, you still seem sad."
Her shoes were by the door, the only sign that she had returned. Her door was closed.
He followed her, frowning. "Are you sure you're okay, Princess?"
She hesitated outside the planning room, her hand hovering to knock. There was a silence before she dropped her hand, sighing and pulling away,...
He gave her a grin before grabbing his bag from the bed. "Okay. Let's go."
She came back in, pinching the bridge of her nose as she closed the door behind her.
He noticed, frowning slightly. "Okay. Are you ready?"
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He brightened, opening the door wider. "Yes. Just putting the paintings up."
She sniffled before leaving, closing the door behind.
He came over and opened it, looking curious.
Her gaze hardened and she looked down again. "It's what you said," she replied.
Ferris was in his room, hanging up the paintings again.
