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He cocked his head pointed to spring green v-neck. "That's a cute one."
She rested peacefully on his lap, her breaths quick and nervous.
He paused. "The cats." *** "Yeah. Cute guys are intimidating."
She remained unconscious, but her heartbeat was strong and quick.
He smiled at her, pulling it out. "Alright, I will."
He continued as well, his head cocked. *** "When we bumped into each other." She laughed. "That made me nervous."
She blinked slowly. "Be here for me," she mumbled, before she passed out without a word.
He pursed his lips, picking out clothes thoughtfully.
He nodded. "Sounds good." *** "Yeah. pretty weird."
"I'm not thinking straight," she murmured. "Not at all."
Francis dried off, setting out a towel for her as he went to the room.
He pursed his lips. "I like you too." *** "We're, like, perfect for each other."
She was quiet before resting her head on his leg, not saying anything.
(Tiny time skip til after the shower?)
"I like it," he reassured. *** "Well, that's good."
"It was my fault," she said quietly. "I.. I do love you."
"I can join you?"
He blinked. "Aggressive. I like it." *** "Well.. It's the thought that counts, I guess?"
"I don't want you to get hurt because of me again. I know you don't remember much, but.. What happened was really bad."
He cocked his head. "Ahem. What did you mean?"
