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He whimpered. "Argh! Fine. Sorry." *** He pursed her lips before dipping a hand in as well.
He hesitated, kissing her forehead. "That's okay.. It's okay."
She grinned. "Can't you just improvise?"
He shook his head quickly. *** She cocked her head. "Aren't they spiky?"
"I know," he said softly. "I.. I shouldn't have done what I did." He thought of his bandaged leg. "It was a mistake."
She smiled at him, squeezing his hand. "And you're seriously not that bad of a dancer."
He moved back. "I'm innocent!" *** "Yeah," she agreed brightly, watching them. "Stars!"
"I love you," he replied, pulling away for a moment to see her face, despite the dimness of the room. "I'm sorry."
Her hand brushed his jaw, and her eyes were bright. "And don't worry. I know you're secretly a good dancer."
"I will," he threatened, leaning towards her. "Back off." *** She leaned to look at them, her eyes wide. "Can't they grow limbs?"
He laughed slightly, but his voice would break. "I promise. I promise."
She leaned forward and kissed him. "I love you."
He shook his head. "I'll kiss you." *** She beamed. "I love starfish."
He took a shaky breath, but embraced her back. "God. I'm so sorry."
She grinned. "You're gonna prove it."
He moved back. "No!" *** She grinned. "Oh boy."
He awoke when she got into bed, and hesitated before speaking. ".. I can go sleep on the couch."
She kissed his cheek. "Uh huh."
He shook his head. "No." *** She grinned. "Definitely."
The lightning did not wake Francis, and he continued to sleep.
