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She brushed his hair with her fingers gently.
"What? Why wouldn't I be?"
She was watching her hands distractedly. "No, you."
Her flush deepened and she tapped his nose. "Thank you."
His eyes fluttered and her turned his head quickly. "Poppy?"
She was beginning to seem more tired, but said nothing. "No, you."
She pulled away after her a moment, a small flush on her cheeks as she went back to his hair.
Strands of hair were sticking out; a sign of his nervousness, and his brows were furrowed.
She leaned her head back. "No, you."
She pursed her lips before leaning down and giving him a soft kiss, tasting somewhat like salt water.
Francis had drifted off, his brows furrowed anxiously.
"I'm not. No, you."
Her thumb brushed his jaw. "I love you too."
(Yooooop!)
"I am not."
She paused, running her fingers through his hair.
He sat back in the chair, leaning his head back.
"I am not.. No, you."
She was gentle, humming to herself under her breath.
He nodded. "Okay.."
