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He kissed her hair. "Are you tired?"
She seemed resigned, exhaled. "Well, it changes, Francis, as dreams do. People close to me either are brutally murdered, or they kill everyone...
"It'll be really nice. I'll get to spend time with you."
Jack looked around, his eyes thoughtful.
"I have nightmares about everyone, Francis," she said hotly. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little *squee!*ed up. I had a dream the other day...
"Are you excited?"
(llop?)
"You're not the problem," she said tiredly. "This... this is something we can figure out. Don't give up on me."
"Yeah. I'm excited for you."
(Zoop?)
Her face fell and she looked at him. "Francis, please don't say that."
He laughed, kissing her nose. "I love you too."
"Cool."
"And you think he blackmailed me. You both are fairly adamant that the other person is the problem in my life."
"I love you because of your ideas and being. I can't marry you if that's gone."
"Do you know where you're going?"
"No, he..." She exhaled in frustration, checking over her shoulder to merge lanes. "God. You know, I'm getting tired of both of you trying to tell...
"Well, I guess the marriage's off."
He lit up with a smile. "Sure."
"What?" she asked with a frown, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "Of course not. I don't make a habit of running from my problems very...
