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She ran a hand through his hair, humming gently.
He laughed. "You think?"
She looked up slightly. "I'm just being silly. I'm not feeling right, today."
She shook her head. "They're lovely. Don't worry about them."
"Doing that while wearing this."
She pulled herself back against the wall. "Isolating."
She relaxed in his arms. "You do give nice hugs."
He chuckled slightly. "I feel ridiculous, you know.'
There was a quiet murmur. "You weren't supposed to find me."
Her hands went around his waist. "You're alright. We're okay."
He moved closer to her. "Hm?"
She would be hidden away in the small storage room, between two crates as she kept her knees pulled close.
She opened her arms for him. "I don't mind."
"Exactly. It's better. But.. if you hate it so much you could put something on."
There was no reply.
Her eyes were wide. "And I don't mean to bother you."
"Mine is so much worse, Poppy. So much worse."
Avice was not there, though the basket was sitting right where she had left it.
She pursed her lips. "I care a lot about you, you know."
"Look at what I'm wearing, Poppy. Look."
