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He grinned at her. "I really like you too." *** She laughed, her eyes bright. "This is war, after all!"
He nodded, his hands shaking nervously.
"I just know you well," she reassured. "You're fine."
"Definitely." *** "Yep, " she said brightly. "Exactly."
He nodded hesitantly, before starting to move.
She glanced at him, using her free hand to rub his arm. "We'll be okay."
"That's ridiculous." *** She leaned her head back on his shoulder. "That sounds fake."
He slowly got up, his expression sharp. "I hate running away."
"Right. Sorry," she laughed. "My mistake."
He laughed, starting up the car. "Yet you dislike tickling?" *** "Don't sound so full of yourself," she joked, a grin on her face.
He took a shaky breath, looking up at her with wide eyes. "Ah.. Probably."
She chuckled. "Babe, you're always a badass, just.. sometimes less than others."
"Even if I listened to Christian Rock?" *** She laughed, turning so her back was against his to counter. "No I won't."
Francis frowned, her eyes looking away with fear.
She shook her head. "Yeah."
"You would do the same." *** She rolled her eyes. "No way."
Francis looked at her with wide eyes, almost as if begging her to run away.
"Yeah, except you had a knife to your throat."
"..Maybe." *** She broke out into a smile. "It's okay."
His breaths were quick and panicked as he tried to clear his mind. "No."
