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She pursed her lips. "Anything..?" *** He looked up at her, thankful. "Really?"
He frowned. "It can wait."
She raised an eyebrow jokingly. "Who's they?"
She pursed her lips. "What would you recommend, then?" *** He looked down. "I really don't have anywhere else to go. And there's two rooms,...
He moved his hand in the way, his brow furrowed. "Let her rest. It's been a long day."
"I didn't have anything!"
She hesitated, but looked at him expectantly. *** "I'm still living with Callie.."
Francis opened an untrusting an eye. "You're back."
She laughed, kissing his cheek. "on love!"
She nodded. "Yep." *** He hesitated. "Yeah."
He smiled softly, pulling her closer as he shut his eyes as well.
She pursed her lips thoughtfully before grinning again. "Drunk on love!"
She pursed her lips. "Had lots of practice. It came naturally to me!" *** He laughed. " Not possible!"
"Uh huh. Alright."
"You.. are the messenger! I'm the message and the inbox? Bed."
She nodded. "That's right.' *** "Ah.. Sorry-" He flushed. "Wait.."
He kissed her forehead. "Probably."
She grinned brightly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Onwards!"
She cocked her head. "Ah. I've got Rachel, Abigail, and Sarah."
"Different kinds of missions," he told her softly. "Harder."
