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She exhaled slowly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the attack. "I... I trust you."
"It was fine," he said tiredly. "I'm worried I'll fall asleep, though."
He paused, tilting his head as he shifted thoughtfully. "Huh. You think you love me." He was quiet before shooting her a boyish grin. "I think I...
She froze instantly, her eyes widening. Her lips were cold from the rain, droplets on her cheeks. There was a pause for a moment before she gave...
"Yeah. They're in strollers and stuff."
She shuddered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you, Francis," she said, her voice cracking slightly.
"Oh really?" he asked, yawning slightly as he leaned back. "Should I be scared?"
He fell silent for a moment, his eyes wide as he looked over at her. "...you do?"
She pursed her lips before shaking her head. "Whatever. You clearly don't care enough."
"A baby. They have a lot of them at the supermarket.'
"You heard Owen. We're stuck here. Francis, they don't care if our babies grow out without a dad. Without a mum. They don't care. What are we doing?"
He blinked, hanging up his cloak. "What are you doing?" he asked, sitting on the couch.
"You're best friends with an infant?"
"Of course you didn't. You never think ahead about this kind of stuff."
"We could buy one."
"They don't... they don't give a *squee!* about us, Francis. We're just tools to them. They don't care. They don't *squee!*ing care."
Rowan opened the door, yawning tiredly.
"Babe? Does it mean I'm vulnerable?"
She seemed irate now, squinting at him and stepping towards him as if advancing a charge. "What do you think we would do if we lost you? Huh? Did...
"You don't want one?"
