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She frowned, coming over to Diana. "You sure?"
She chuckled slightly, leaning into him. "I love you, Gabe."
He sighed heavily. "Come on. Let's get out of here."
"Do you want any help?" she asked, standing up.
She kissed his cheek, leaning against him. "Thank you."
"I feel like this is definitely a situation where you actually do know."
"Where do you start on something like this?"
"What are you doing?"
He laughed. "Tez, I asked you."
"That makes two of us."
"Mmhm. Tired," she said, sitting in the chair, brushing her fingers through James' hair. "It's alright, though."
"You're okay with that?"
"Understandably so."
She gave him a small, tired smile. "Hey."
He looked down at her as he pulled away, heading for the cocoa. "So... we're doing this? We're getting married?"
"That's an understatement."
She entered the kitchen, running her fingers through James' hair affectionately.
"Right. Cocoa. Right."
"Still. You've been struggling too."
Poppy's cello music stopped.
