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He squeezed her hands. There may have been tears in his eyes as well. "I did it to surprise you. I'm glad it worked." He paused, chuckling...
He shrugged. "I have no idea, actually." *** "No.:
Her eyes fluttered, but she didn't move. She noticed his position and smiled gently, her hand reaching up to gently run through his hair, hoping...
He frowned, picking it up and taking it inside.
His eyes were set on her, and a wide smile spread across his face. His black tux was nearly a perfect match with his hair, and gentle, brown eyes...
"It won't be long, though." *** "Hmph."
Avice shifted in her sleep the next morning, sighing gently.
He waited a moment before pulling himself away from the book, looking up. He stood up, his hand brushing his desk as he went to answer the door.
Francis stood at the altar, his hands folded in front of him. He looked a bit nervous, but said nothing.
He sighed. "Yeah. Me too." *** "You said it!"
(Zoop?)
Sam was in his study, his brows furrowed as he was bent over a book.
Francis sighed, taking a moment before standing up and walking out, albeit slowly, and with a limp.
"Yes. *** "No I'm not."
Avice shifted, stretching her arms in her sleep as she curled her legs.
(Switch?)
Francis stood uncertainly in front of the mirror, his hand on the chair. He was alone at the moment, and his legs were shaking slightly until he...
"I will." *** "Yes it most certainly was."
She shut her eyes, keeping close to him.
She nodded, heading off to see Mikö.
