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She blinked, looking down at him. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
He fell silent, focusing on the coffee maker. "Want some coffee?"
"People die in this business. Did you think that this job was going to be a victory every time? You're spoiled, Francis."
"That's good to hear."
"Why not?"
She gave him a small smile before reaching over and rubbing his arm affectionately before standing up. "Don't worry, Gabe. I won't forsake you or...
"What about you?"
"I think you're expecting to be pampered."
"Am I stinky?" he teased.
"Can the next baby have purple eyes?"
"Well..." She sighed before looking over at him. "Should I just drive you over there?"
"I'm okay. I got some sleep, which is nice."
"Oh. Is that a bad thing?"
"Do you think we're setting you up, or something?"
"Is that okay? Why don't we have brown eyes?"
"Let's say a broken collarbone."
He tensed, looking up suddenly. "Oh. Hi. You alright?"
"Really? I'm glad!"
"No, you're the one who doesn't seem to realize the line of work he's gotten involved with. We are in war, Mr. Craw. Grow up."
"We all have blue eyes."
