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She relaxed, shutting her eyes tiredly.
He laughed, but it sounded self-deprecating. "I don't feel okay." *** "..Good."
He was distracted while bent over food, his head cocked.
She pulled the blankets up, before offering her free hand.
He blinked, his eyes not as bright as they usually are. He looked down nervously. "Hi.." *** "Fear me!"
Francis was already home, and a savory smell came from the kitchen.
"Yeah," she agreed softly, giving him a quick kiss before laying back.
His brows furrowed in the unconsciousness, and his eyes fluttered. *** "I'm scary."
(Uerp)
She nodded slowly, sighing. "I love you."
He was asleep in the hospital bed, and bandage on his head from where his temple has been hit. *** "Assassination."
He finished getting ready, leaving a few minutes later.
She went to him, feeling more relaxed than before. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she buried her face in his shoulder.
(Yoooo!) *** "Good luck with that."
"See you."
She smiled slightly, her head cocked.
"Bye," he said quietly, hanging up. *** "Ha!"
"Yep," he said warmly. "See you tonight. Love you."
She followed, her hands warm in his.
He pursed his lips, pulling on his shoes.
