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He sat up slowly, pulling away from her and trying not to wake her up.
He squinted at Francis. "You knew this gig when you signed up for it, Francis."
"Oh. That might make sense."
"Oh. It's alright, it was just my dad."
He shifted in his sleep, but tensed when his eyes fluttered open, feeling a terrible but familiar sense of panic closing around him.
"That's a shame. They were good men."
"Of a cat?"
"Why wouldn't they be?" she asked, leaning back.
(Switch!)
He raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "They did, huh? I knew this one was risky, but I didn't think she'd have the guts. The...
"Dear Nat, I want to go on the boat. Aubrey."
She relaxed, sitting next to him. "Thank you. How are you feeling?"
She rubbed his back slowly as she did the same.
She fell silent as they entered Owen's office. He looked up at them, one brow raised. "Back so soon?"
Aubrey ran back in, wielding a fist full of crayons and some parchment. "I got them!"
"Yeah, everything's fine," she said distractedly, hurrying over to him. "C'mon, Gabe, sit down. Please."
She slipped her arms around his neck and hugged him, pulling him close.
"Don't be too mad, please," she said after a moment, her brows furrowed.
He leaned over and rested his forehead on her shoulder. "Don't worry."
"Just be patient with me. I'll.. I promise. Yeah. I got it." There was a silence as the call dropped and she sighed before coming back in the...
