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"Someone like me?" she asked quietly, before looking up at him. "You don't have to apologize."
He kissed the top of her head. "We're here."
"Still.."
Francis looked up. "You awake, Poppy?"
She frowned. "I'm going to."
(Silken)
She looked a bit sad, but nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry. I don't like to upset you."
He shut his eyes as well, putting his arm around her.
"I'm telling you the same reason you tell me," she said quietly.
"I love you too," he said softly.
She laughed slightly. "I'm not telling you out of pity, babe."
He nodded. "Of course."
She looked confused. "Pity?"
He squeezed her hand, kissing the top of her head. "I know."
She took his hand gently. "It's not fair. It's not."
He sat next to her, taking her hand.
"Because to you your words are true, and I allow it despite feeling otherwise, but when you keep telling me I start to believe you. When I say...
He kissed her cheek. "I try."
She frowned. "Not okay. It's not fair."
He chuckled. "Your attempt is funny in a cute way."
