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He went quiet. "Eden?"
"So I'm your bed."
"Briar? What are we here for?"
He chuckled lowly. "Bed?"
"I didn't do anything.. I just wrote in my journal. I think they read it."
He kissed the top of her head, stretching out.
"It's fine," he murmured. "Why am I here again?"
His eyes fluttered sleepily, and he shifted.
Sam was in the forest, picking at the grass idly.
Francis had his arms around her, face buried in her side.
(Switch!)
(Next morning?)
She kissed his cheek before letting herself drift off.
(Yoop?)
She smiled gently, moving closer to him.
He rested his head on her again, shutting his eyes to sleep.
She returned a minute later, crawling into bed next to him and taking his hands, shutting her eyes.
He moved to switch off the lamp. "Goodnight."
She grinned, turning to grab a shirt of his, looking back at him before grabbing pajama pants as well. She went to change, holding the clothes.
He shut his eyes, holding her close.
