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"Trust me."
"I mean, it's fine," he said, flapping them. "You can touch them, but just... you know. Don't be too rough."
"You don't have to do it because the song says so."
"I don't know. Do you?"
He hesitated, his face softening. "Don't panic, Tez. It'll be alright."
"Yeah. I mean, it's like... something people do when they're married or something."
He smiled slowly before singing softly. "Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby..."
She groaned, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm sure you're fond..."
He chuckled. "Wash them in the river."
"It's so intimate."
He grinned at her, raising one eyebrow. "Really?"
"C'mon. Don't do this."
"It's not that bad."
"Well, you know... it's so... you know?"
"Make something up, then."
"Stop this."
"I'll run you an oatmeal bath when we get home."
He flushed instantly, glancing back at them for a moment. "You... you want to?"
"Make your choice."
"Francis..."
