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Her skin was cold, but she murmured in her sleep, her fingers curling in his shirt as she buried her face in his neck.
"Not it!"
"Very good."
It would take him a moment to realize that Poppy was next to him, curled up on the edge of the bed, fast asleep.
"Okay. Go ahead."
"You look so good."
The next morning approached.
"Nope."
"You're full of *squee!*."
(Zoop?)
"And you think I do?"
"Thank you."
It took her a moment to look up at him, her brow furrowed. "I love you too."
He pulled her close, raising one eyebrow. "Okay. What movie?"
"Please, Gabe."
She looked back down at the floor, her brow furrowed.
He planted a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you too."
"Oh, hush."
"Good night, Francis," she said quietly.
"Well, we've got this out of the way. Well done us."
