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Her thumb brushed his cheekbone and she kissed him gently. "I love you, Bug."
She led him forward, stealing nervous glances at him occasionally.
"I think she would too. Plus, Nat likes her."
"What? No, Dad, listen. I know you're worried, but I promise you... No, come on. Don't do that. Let me just... I can work harder, okay? I can...
She laughed, kissing the tip of his nose as she ran her fingers through his hair.
She still looked nervous, but squeezed his hand. "Let's go find Owen."
"We could let her visit, though."
When he woke up, Petra wasn't next to him, but he would be able to hear her voice in the hallway. "Yeah, Dad, I'm... I'm working on it, okay?"
She laid down next to him, folding her wings carefully.
She frowned and stood on her toes to kiss his jaw. "I know. It's alright."
He looked hesitant. "She probably would. It wouldn't really be safe for her, though."
(Zoop?)
She set the tea on the bedside table before sitting on the edge, looking up at him expectantly.
The agent frowned, but said nothing more and Poppy led Francis away. "Are you okay?" she asked once they were out of earshot.
Jack laughed slightly, leaning back in the pillows.
She rolled her eyes affectionately before closing them, trying to drift off to sleep.
She kissed his cheek before heading for the bed.
Poppy rested a hand on his forearm to soothe him, her brow furrowed. "Mr. Craw, please just calm down. We can take you to see Owen."
"I'm gonna go get my crayons," she said hurriedly, slipping off the bed and heading for the door.
“Sleep, if you can.”
