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(Zoop?)
"This is amazing!"
He shied away, glaring. "I shouldn't even be speaking to you."
"Am I? That's good."
James reclaimed his attention, patting his face again.
"See you later," she said warmly, pulling away and heading for the door.
She tried the french toast tentatively before her eyes widened. "Sam, you genius!"
He frowned, his hand coming up to touch the scar. "None of your business."
"You're tense."
Her hands seemed to be constantly trembling at this point, but she glanced up at him before returning to the kitchen.
"Yep," she said, slipping off the file cabinet and kissing his cheek. "I'll see you later."
"I wouldn't lie to you, Bug."
He opened his mouth to speak before closing it. "None of your business, child of Apollo."
He rubbed her back slowly, as if he wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but his fingers proved to be naturals as he worked quietly, muttering...
From the kitchen, the smell of strong coffee floated out, and Poppy came out with a mug for him, still avoiding his gaze.
"Then I should probably head back to my apartment to get some planning done. You're too distracting."
"Truth."
"Turn around."
He laughed deeply, patting Francis' face.
"You don't have to. It's fact."
