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"I know, but it wasn't very kind."
"Fine then."
She started towards the bedroom, yawning.
"A terrifying force until it comes to me."
"Yeah."
He sat on the floor. "Wow."
She nodded, standing up and offering his cane.
"Of course she's not. She's just taking a shower right now."
Her eyes widened and she looked down at him. "You scared the cat away."
He hopped off the couch.
She stretched before sitting up. "Hey."
"When you were his age, you were. Don't worry. It'll get better."
She looked up. "Oh, good. Thank you."
He yelped, scooting away.
She nodded. "I'm here."
He sighed, leaning back slightly. "Babies need a lot of attention when they're little. You were like that too."
(Yoop!)
He laughed, his eyes bright.
She observed him, her expression gentle. She gazed across the scar on his face, and listening to his breaths, feeling the way his chest moved as...
Francis frowned before squeezing her playfully. "Of course not. We love you both equally."
