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Sam pursed his lips, opening the window as he waited for the water to heat.
He sighed, looking back down. "Alright. Sorry for bothering."
Sam went about his business, tossing the ground herbs into the pot as he made soup.
"I'm.. sorry. We're not religious."
Sam was at his house, grinding down some herbs.
"We're.. We're not even doing anything.."
(I'm not sure.)
He looked up, raising an eyebrow. "And?"
She sighed, watching him quietly nefore shutting her eyes as well, drifting off.
Francis didn't seem to notice, his legs crossed as he checked his phone.
She moved closer to him, theor shoulders brushing.
He kissed her hair, his arm around her.
She blinked before laying next to him. "Oh.. Yeah. Sorry."
"Of course."
She shrugged, looking at her hands. "You just are."
"Sorry. Goddess."
She pulled her hand back, cocking her head. "You're lovely."
"You are, too."
She sat on the edge of the bed, her hand on his back gently.
He managed to catch him before tossing it to the pigeons.
