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"There's so much... the last thing I remember was studying for an exam."
"I don't know," she said worriedly. "Maybe a therapist or something? Maybe we need counseling..."
"No, you're not."
"We've lived a life."
She considered him for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him.
She rolled her eyes, leaning against him. "Hush."
He blinked, looking shocked. "Wha... really?"
"That's... Francis, you would hate something like that."
"You look beautiful."
He frowned. "How did you meet her?"
She looked over at him, her brow furrowed for a moment before she reached over and kissed his cheek. "You don't have to do it."
"You look wonderful."
He frowned, looking wistful. "That's true..."
She looked up at him, her brow furrowing. "You would do something like that?"
"Stop it. You're just proud of the flower crown."
"Am I really?"
"I would hope so."
He squinted at her. "I'm the same person, right?"
She sighed, leaning back in the pillows. "We'll just... I don't know. This won't be solved instantly."
She laughed, kissing his cheek. "I love you too."
