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She crossed her arms protectively. "Oh."
Francis followed silently, his eyes set forward.
She grinned. "I love you too."
She seemed surprised, her eyes widening slightly. "Really?"
Francis did, readjusting his bag.
She laughed, her hands running through his hair.
"Because," she said, " it was partly my fault."
He looked at her with a small nod before stepping through.
She laughed delightedly, embracing him. "I love you too!"
She looked down. "Sorry."
He glanced at Poppy. " Alright. Let's go."
She looked up at him, cocking her head curiously.
She cocked her head. "You proposed?'
Francis looked up. "Yeah. We're ready."
Avice sat on the edge of the bed, her lips pursed slightly as she studied a paper.
She hesitated. "I don't know. I might not. What about you?"
He kissed her cheek. "Good."
"Hey! I'm starting to think that you are lucky I don't start hiding my notes, because I assure you that you would never find them. That is exactly...
She sighed. "Probably."
He grinned softly. "I suppose."
