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She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you."
She frowned. "Fine."
He sighed, his eyes fluttering. "..Did we make it?"
"And fate," she added. "We're meant to be."
"Hm." She grinned. "Noted."
Francis had fallen asleep, leaning against the window as he did so.
She nodded. "Of course."
She frowned. "Would you really like a bacon bandaid? I have those for special occasion."
He sighed softly. "I love you too."
"Then what's the 10%?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hm. Just normal bandaids... This time."
He was quiet for a moment, before moving and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm glad."
She gave him a kiss. "That's not just it."
She paused. "What if I have a bandaid?"
"I know," he said softly. "I was never good at that."
She nodded. "Of course. You seemed nice."
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't mean it!"
He kissed her cheek. "I'm excited."
She frowned. "Evidentally not. I was kinda nervous around you."
She frowned. "Sorry."
