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"You don't even trust me!" *** Her hand squeezed his arm lovingly. "Stop that.."
He frowned. "I'm sorry.."
She shook her head. "Let's start over. How are you feeling?"
"Aww.." *** She flushed. "No.."
"I was going to, but.. I don't know. I guess I forgot."
"It's not? I'm confused."
"Do you trust me?"
He was quiet, his eyes sad. "I wasn't going to use that one."
"So.. That's bad?"
"I won't even check your phone." *** "Not me."
He came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He immediately paused, noting the cigarette in her hand. "Is that mine?"
"..Hurt?"
"I do!" *** "Nuh uh."
Francis would step out of the shower, quietly getting dressed.
"Cause you're wrong?'
"Is that so?" *** "I don't think so."
It was untouched for the most part.
"Yes! I understand."
"I will trust you, I suppose." *** "I'm not a superhero! I'm just a normal person."
She would feel a lighter and a single cigarette, but nothing more.
