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She flushed. "..That was good."
Francis poked his head in the room curiously. "Poppy?"
Sam's brows furrowed. "I hope he got away okay," he said quietly, his brows furrowed. "I feel like I've seen him before, almost."
"Why not?" she asked, squinting at him.
Francis awoke, looking around tiredly.
Sam stepped away. "I.. Is there a picture of the boy?"
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Will you laugh at my faces now?"
He shifted slightly, but didn't wake.
"Did he escape? What happened?"
She scooched closer to kiss his cheek. "I love you too, by the way."
Francis was still asleep, his arm releasing her.
He shook his head. "What happens?"
She grinned. "You smiled!"
(Yoop!)
He shook his head, turning the page.
She looked back. "Me too."
He eventually drifted off.
"That has to be fake.. right?"
She relaxed before quieting again.
He rested behind her, his hand on her waist.
