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"It was." *** "Be a cultist with me!"
"I'm sorry," she said into his shoulder, her voice whimpering. "This is all my fault. This is my fault. I wish I never argued with you. I want you...
Francis sighed. "That wasn't so bad."
He frowned. "We were drunk." *** "You are too!"
She took a shuddery breath, approaching him on her knees. She wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.
He sighed. "It was an accident." *** "We'll be fine."
She took a shaky breath, before looking back, before climbing out the window, deciding she could make it down.
He kept his eyes down. "I'm sorry." *** She looked around excitedly. "Woah."
He nodded. "Stay safe, Phos."
She buried her face in her hands, before looking at the window, going over to it with teary eyes.
"I'm sorry." *** "Of course."
He frowned. "What you said was rude, but I'm going to forgive you."
She nodded silently, not looking up.
Hesitantly, he joined her, not meeting her gaze. *** She glanced at him. "Forgiven."
He sighed, shaking his head slightly as he looked towards Phos.
She shook her head. "That's not good."
He flinched, but stood up eventually, sighing. *** "Rude."
Francis rubbed her back, cocking his head.
She shuddered, looking down. "I.. Please stop."
He nodded. "Okay.." *** She frowned. "Don't be mean."
