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She said nothing, growing quiet.
He sighed, his hand reaching up and brushing her jaw. "Love you."
"Derrick, I'm going."
"I love you."
He kissed her hait gently.
"I'm going."
"I really like you."
He nodded. "I trust you."
Francis stood. "Are you serious?"
She was quiet for a moment. "I wish I was yours."
His smile faded. "Yeah. I am. I don't.. I'm worried."
Francis looked up. "What?"
"Do you?"
He smiled warmly, pulling her close. "Good."
Francis frowned, taking a seat and checking his watch.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I don't like being like this."
He shifted, his eyes fluttering. "Eden..?"
(When they can stay together again?)
She was quiet before shifting, going and wrapping her arms around him.
He looked relaxed, his mouth parted slightly and his expression gentle.
