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"You said you checked my teeth. It's different."
"Yeah. Kinda married. Unofficially."
"And I'll make one for you!"
He nodded slowly. "I understand."
She tilted her head. "They won't come back. I promise."
"Weirdo.."
She grinned, kissing his cheek. "I agree."
"Oh.. I've never had a real nickname before, so maybe."
Francis folded his hand. "Hello."
She sighed, pulling her hand back. "Nobody is going to hurt her or you, okay? You're okay. Nobody will hurt you."
"You checked my teeth?"
"I think so, too."
She grinned. "Muddled Briar."
"I'm sure."
She hesitated, moving closer to him and holding out a shaky hand. "It's okay.. She's not here.."
"What?"
"Right. And I love your singing."
"You're all muddled. Muddled pixie."
"We will have to see."
She sat up slowly, her brows furrowing. "Hey.. It's okay. You're okay."
