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"Don't. I'm your boss."
"I admire your optimism."
She looked down at him, her eyes narrowing in sympathy. "Here. I'll get you some ice. Can you drink the water for me?"
"But I wanna go on the boat."
She paused as they got a good distance away, her eyes widening. "Oh my God. Francis, we almost just got captured."
"The Glen is harder to get to if you can't fly."
The device beeped and she frowned, coming back over and sitting next to him. "It says you have a broken collarbone," she read.
"Yeah, Mama."
They got out and hurried down the street, heading for the ship.
"I can't fly."
"Are you hungry at all?" she asked, heading for the kitchen.
"That's okay."
The outside was blinding, the sun shining through. "Go, go," Poppy urged.
"I'm a little worried about getting in..."
She sighed before putting the blanket over him, standing up.
She frowned before shrugging. "Okay."
She followed him, looking around nervously.
He pursed his lips before kissing her cheek.
"Don't do that."
She pulled it back slightly and placed the black box over his heart. "There. Just leave that there for a few minutes."
