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"And you don't know that it won't," he shot back.
He raised an eyebrow before sitting up and pinning her onto the bed. "I did not wait a week for you to return and mock me about how I care for you."
She nodded. "Let's do that. Okay?"
He patted her shoulder. "It will be fine."
He pursed his lips. "Both."
She looked around. "And we checked everything?"
He frowned. "What do we do?"
He shook his head. "He looked lonely."
She turned and kissed his cheek. "We'll find something."
He sighed. "I know."
Francis let out a heavy sigh. "I let him on the bed while you were gone."
She sighed. "You didn't find anything?"
He was quiet, his hands shaking. " Its fine."
Francis gasped and sat up, obviously startled.
(Yep!)
He whimpered slightly. "More than you are."
He sighed softly, his expression peaceful as he remained asleep.
She was quiet, her head leaning into his touch as she read.
He seemed to get momentarily frustrated, an expression uncommon on his face. "Yes! I believe you! I just don't want to upset you."
(Yeah???)
