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Francis cocked his head and looked around, his eyes curious.
She kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you think so. You're the most important thing to me as well."
He followed quietly, raising an eyebrow.
She turned to leave with a frown, walking away.
"I like you all the time," she told him. "I notice how when you look at me, it's like you've never seen anything better.. It's nice to be looked...
He shrugged. "Worked last time."
She stood up. "See you."
She grinned. "No. You just do cute things sometimes. Like.. running your hand through your hair when you're frustrated, or always be willing to...
"Climb a tree and just.. set up?"
"I know," she said softly. "I'm going to."
"You do too many cute things, and you're cute," she replied quietly. "Like when you raise an eyebrow whenever I do something questionable, or...
"Not quite. It works well."
She frowned. "Sure."
"You're illegal," she teased. "You're a crime."
"Like a base in the trees. Y'know?"
"I know. I'm going to."
She kissed him again. "So?"
He nodded, following. "Is it safer? In the trees maybe? That could make things a hell of a lot easier."
"But I didn't."
"You're the world, to me," she replied, her tone teasing, but her words honest.
