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They opened the door to her apartment and Petra shrugged out of her coat, shivering.
She studied him, her gaze drifting over his hand as if checking for something before she approached him nervously, entering his embrace.
He squinted at her before sitting back on the couch. "So... now what?"
He hung up his cloak, looking around. "...Tez?"
(Zoop?)
She paused at the door, looking back at him and just looking terribly sad. "It's not you, Francis," she said tiredly. "It's just my *squee!*ed up head."
"Hush."
Rowan opened the door, yawning slightly.
"No," she said, shaking her head as she stood up. "It's alright. I won't be sleeping anyway. Stay here."
She grinned before standing up. "Let's go."
"You delight in bringing it up."
(Yoop!)
She looked almost scared, not quite meeting his gaze. She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Maybe I should go downstairs..."
She laughed, nuzzling closer to him. "And our dog."
"Right."
He closed the door behind him.
She frowned, looking nervous as she watched him as if waiting for his next move.
"We could go home," she said thoughtfully, curling her fingers in his shirt. "We could change into our pajamas and get into bed and watch bad...
"I mean, I can't remember my life, but at least my secret won't be spread."
He gave her a grin before leaving the apartment.
