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"You're so good."
"Maybe what?"
"Now what?"
She glanced over her shoulder. "You sure?"
She came around to his side, slipping under his arm.
"I don't know. I like what we did in here, but I guess we should probably be responsible, right?"
"Sooo drunkk."
She stood up and pushed the chair in, heading upstairs to their room.
"I love you," she murmured quietly.
"Eh. Overrated."
"Because we're drunk."
She sighed, looking down at the table. "Things... aren't working right now, but I still love you. I'm not going to have you go out in that. Come on."
She closed her eyes, very obviously content.
She looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"Becuase it's important."
"No, Francis," she said with a frown. "It's late and it's raining. Don't be silly. Just sleep here."
She wrapped her arms around his waist, watching him work.
"Yep," she said cheerfully, coming over to him, her hands curled in his shirt.
"Just making sure we both were aware."
"Yeah, I think you should too," she said, standing up. "You can sleep here tonight; I don't want you going out to look for a place at this hour."
