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He grinned, resting his head on her shoulder. "It's wonderful."
"The greatest man I know."
"I see. That makes sense I suppose." She paused for a second before looking up at him, her brows furrowing. "This isn't... weird, is it?"
"They're not."
"Good. Good."
"And you're Francis Craw."
"How? I slept on your arm."
"Right... they're not as mean as the others generally."
"No, babe. You don't have to do that."
"Great weird?"
"Oh, stop it."
She grinned, turning to look at him. "At least I don't lose my prosthetic in my sleep."
"I think you'd be a willow," he said quietly. "They're my favorite." He stopped, his brow furrowed before shaking his head slowly.
"We probably need to get up..."
He exhaled slowly, giving her a small smile. "Okay. Good."
She laughed deeply, resting her head against his chest. "It's a burden I'll have to deal with, I suppose."
"You're not the first person to complain."
He gave her a small smile. "I suppose so. What about you?"
He rested his head on her shoulder tiredly.
He relaxed slightly, still watching her slightly anxiously. "But... not bad?"
