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"Pretty much."
She gave it to him. "Alright."
"I hate this, but I love you." He shook his head, going into the bathroom.
She shrugged. "I don't know."
She looked down at the drink, which was gone. "What?"
"I don't like this at all," he replied, standing up.
She moved to lie on back, staring at the ceiling. "So.."
She was sitting there with her lips pursed before looking up at him slowly. "Yes?"
He sighed, sitting on edge of the bed.
"I suppose.. I should enjoy this while I can."
There was silence after that.
He shook his head. "Oh, good. Perfect."
"Why don't I go ask?"
"I'm not snapping."
Francis opened the door, his eyebrow raised.
"Like.. nothing?"
"I'm not even moving my fingers?"
(Short zoop?)
"Lies."
"Snap? I'm not even snapping."
