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"I'm not sure. What do we have?"
"You're so cute," she muttered, kissing under his jaw.
He kissed the tip of her nose lightly, his arms encircling her.
The house was dark and quiet the night Francis arrived. Rain pattered on the roof, and the inside of the house was warm, but silent.
She flushed slightly, looking over at him. "I love you too."
"Excellent," she said, kissing his sternum. "Now we can have normal conversation again."
"It is good that I love you."
(Zoop?)
"Of course, Bug."
He would be able to hear the smile in her voice. "Got it all out of your system?"
"Mm. Yep."
"Yeah, well, I don't either. I never thought you would do something like this. I don't know why I'm stupid enough to keep believing that you won't...
"That's true..."
She closed her eyes, burrowing up closer to him. "Yep. You are."
"I don't know. I didn't actually say that."
"It's not enough," she replied, her voice sharp. "I don't trust my husband anymore. You can't apologize for *squee!* like that."
"I haven't done anything yet."
"Mm. Go on, then."
"That's not what I said. I said 'I loofah you'."
"I don't care," she said, her voice shaking. "I'll go somewhere else, and you can make your own decision. I know you're not good at that, you're...
