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She smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be fine."
He nodded. "Yes you are." *** "Well, then I can't wait to see it!"
His sleep was not peaceful, and his brow furrowed as he shuddered.
She grinned, taking his hand and joining her. "Okay."
He flinched. "Ehh.." *** She grinned. "You think?"
He had fallen asleep, curled up on top off the blanket.
She nodded. "That is true."
He shook his head. "No no no no!" *** She shook her head. "No.."
(Yep!)
"That's okay," she reassured. "I don't mind."
He leaned away quickly. "Forgive me!" *** "Great!" She grinned. "Let's go."
He emerged from the room, watching the door sadly before retreating to the room, changing and getting into the bed.
She smiled at him. "Lovely."
He flinched. "No, please don't!" *** "Oh!" She perked up. "Tide pools! I love those."
Francis moved past her, his expression resigned. He went to the room, his bag held tightly in his hand.
She squeezed his hand. "You do know how to ballroom dance, yeah?"
"Short." *** She cocked her head. "What are the options."
She grinned at him. "Just for you!"
"Yes, short." *** She laughed. "I guess."
