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"It's alright. You have the upper hand here."
This answer seemed to irritate her, her brows furrowing. "Francis, even if you thought I wasn't thinking straight, that still doesn't give you...
"You're perfect."
"I can tell."
"How would you feel," she said quietly, "if I was slipping pills in your coffee to stop you from smoking? Worse yet, the pills would make you go...
"As usual!"
He blinked in surprise before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hm. I mean... I think you're funny. You're obviously beautiful. You seem nervous."
She frowned, looking down at the bedsheets. "I don't know. I mean... I keep getting into this situation where you do these things and make these...
She grinned, evidently delighted. "Beautiful!"
"I guess so. It's still weird to process."
She exhaled slowly, looking down at him. "Okay. Let's figure this out."
She leaned back against him before looking up at him. "There we go," she said, giving it to him.
He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Really? That's weird."
She shook her head. "Don't worry. It's fine."
She didn't notice, looking down at her work.
"By who?"
"Hey," she said quietly. "I'm back."
"You always look pretty, Sam."
He sighed slightly, a smile on his face. "You're impossible."
She sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed before kissing his cheek.
