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He smirked, sitting up. "No?"
"Oh... okay."
Poppy was asleep, tossing and turning with a furrowed brow.
He laughed, rubbing her back.
She beamed, clearly delighted, before reaching up and brushing his hair back. "So, now what?"
"On the table. Gotcha."
"You're not staying here?"
(Zoop?)
"You're just experiencing a lot right now."
"I know," she said quietly, looking up at him with a small smile. "Isn't that crazy?"
"On the table?"
He blinked, looking up suddenly. "Where are you going?"
There was a silence in the room as she slowly dozed off, her body relaxing.
He laughed, kissing the tip of her nose. "I love you too."
"No," she murmured, shaking her head slightly. "It was embarrassing. I'm trying to go about my day like nothing was happening and I couldn't get...
“Love you too. Where is she?”
He sat in uncomfortable silence.
She took a deep breath. "Thank you."
"That's too easy."
"I couldn't stop thinking about you."
