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"Just because I can do it fast doesn't mean I'm rushing," she teased. "I'll be back soon."
Francis shifted, pulling her closer in his sleep.
"Any origin?"
"Only a little bit," she answered. "I'll be fast."
(Yep!)
"Plus.. was that room the source of the fire?"
She kissed him softly. "I'm glad it shows."
He did as well, not long after, his heartbeat steadying.
"Well, it's some random person in a boiler room. That's what I'd think."
"Even then."
He kissed the top of her head and shut his eyes, sighing softly.
"It's him, then?" he asked. "Is that what you think?"
She grinned, placing her arms around his neck. "I care about you."
He nodded. "Okay.. I love you."
He squinted. "Who is that?"
He sighed, kissing her jaw lightly. "Still."
He crossed his arms. "Hm."
"Well," she said softly, "you'd think I might."
He smiled softly. "I'm sorry I have to be gone so often."
He leaned slightly to look, his head cocked curiously.
