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He gave her a boyish grin, squeezing her hand before heading away.
He considered her with a small smile before giving her a quick nod. "Excellent. I'll see you later, then."
He took her hand, watching her hopefully. "Will you come see me later?"
He watched her thoughtfully before looking over his shoulder. "I should probably get back to work."
He paused, pursing his lips with a frown. "No."
He hesitated, his hand freezing in her hair for a moment. "Because," he replied after a moment. "It happens."
He looked down at her affectionately, running his fingers through her hair gently. "It's lovely and not poisoned."
He took it and inspected it before eating it.
“Of course you like strawberries and mint. You’re just... you’re delightful.”
He watched her for a moment before a smile crossed over his lips. “You’re absolutely extraordinary, Rory.”
He looked down at them thoughtfully, his hand brushing over one of the leaves. “Which one is your favorite?”
He watched her with a small grin. "I like you a lot too."
He laughed slightly, raising one eyebrow amusedly. "I can tell."
He seemed surprised by this, but his arms slipped around her waist and he kissed her back, pulling her to him.
He pulled away after a moment, watching her with wide eyes before straightening up. "The thought of you makes me happy too."
He looked down at the note for a moment, his brows furrowed as he scanned over #3. He looked back up at her and kissed her gently, his hand under...
He approached her, tilting his head, the note in his hand. "Rory?"
He paused, reading over it multiple times before standing up suddenly and heading to the garden.
He frowned, taking the note and looking at it curiously.
Emerson returned to the room about an hour later, running his fingers through his hair tiredly and sitting at his desk.
