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He grinned. "Just wait a little bit."
"Not terrifying," she countered. "Just dangerous."
"It means you're being doctor-y. Obviously."
He brushed his fingers through her hair. "Of course."
She laughed. "Sure."
She nodded. "Doctor-y."
He kissed her cheek. "I don't care. I need to get into pajamas anyways."
She laughed. "I'll have to be more careful around you now."
She groaned. "Stop being doctor-y."
He put his arm around her shoulder. "Let's find you dry clothes."
She gasped teasingly. "That almost sounded like a threat."
She frowned. "I wasn't hungry."
He stood, turning to face her before going approaching. "Jeez. You really ought to bring an umbrella."
She stepped back, a small grin on her face. "Don't even think about starting this again."
She sighed. "I just wanted to get some work done instead."
Francis went and sat near window, looking out thoughtfully.
She pursed her lips, standing up. "Sounds good."
She raised an eyebrow. "Not nice, though."
He pet the dog before going to feed him, his head tilted thoughtfully.
She cocked her head. "I dunno."
