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She leaned into him for a moment before sitting up suddenly. "Abel! Did we write down what we learned last night?"
He laughed slightly, turning his head towards her. "No. I guess you're not."
She had fallen back into a light doze, her hand curled on his chest.
"You don't need to agree with me just 'cause I say stuff, Fleur."
She woke blearily, squinting in the early morning light as it hit their faces. She mumbled something, turning her face into Abel's chest to block...
The next morning, Ophelia had moved in her sleep. She now was resting her head against his chest, her legs draped over his.
She was next to him as the movie began, her shoulder brushing his and her hand pressed against her mouth in thought. As it progressed, though, the...
He laughed despite himself. "Yeah. Am I really tired or just sore?"
She seemed pleased with this, settling in next to him.
He brightened a little when she sat down, sitting down as well. "I think so? It's kinda hard to tell," he said, pausing before lying on his back.
She nodded before lying back against the couch cushions. "You choose."
He seemed hesitant for her to go, looking around almost forlornly. "Are you, uh... are you tired?"
"Yes, I know that now," she said wryly, looking over at him.
He finished at the same time she did, turning to her. "Thank you for your help with your grandmother's scary pictures."
"Yes," she said agreeably, settling on the couch. "I just forgot that steam burns."
"Ah," he said, laughing slightly. "You're teasing me."
The bell on the microwave rang and she pulled the bag out, cursing slightly as the steam burned her. She padded over to him, the blanket forming a...
He laughed, shaking his head. "What are your theories, then?"
She padded back out to the living room, putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave, a blanket over her shoulders.
"Do you really not know why, or are you just being coy?"
