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He hesitated. "Uhm.. What else can we find? Studies? Ah.. I don't know."
He raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not cross. I'm glad it's over with."
She shifted away from him slightly. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry."
He frowned. "What now, then?"
He frowned. "Ah, right. That."
She didn't look at him, keeping her eyes down. "It's not your fault. It's my fault. I'm sorry. It's my fault."
"Well... is she okay?" he asked. "Can we find out?"
He smiled delightfully. "It s good to see you, Phos."
She sighed in frustration. "I just don't like remembering things sometimes, okay?"
He frowned. "But why?"
Francis grinned. " Ah! I see now."
"It's nothing," she replied, pulling her hand back smoothly. "It's nothing."
"I noticed," he replied, before pausing. "Wait, you think there was a purpose?"
He squinted at her. "No, I guess not."
She looked up at him, a hand traveling discreetly across her back under her shirt as her fingers brushed the scars she learned to hate. "I'm not."
Francis went back to worrying, and Landon caught up to Val just in time. "I'm here!" he said, a bit out of breath. "Sorry."
He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know if I completely trust you right now."
She shrugged, trying to get rid of the look. "I just know I'm not the best."
He looked up at her, his arms crossed. "God, I hope so."
He squinted at her uncertainly. "I'm sure I won't."
