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He chuckled, kissing her cheek. "And you're beautiful," he said. "It works out."
She frowned slightly. "I suppose so. You can complain to me if you'd like," she said, then added jokingly. "I'm no punching bag, though. I'd...
"No," he said, his voice turning rough again. "Do you have any ideas?"
He laughed, brushing back her hair. "You say that every day."
She observed him quietly for a moment, her gaze loving. "Complaining helps sometimes, you know."
"She's.. she's unconscious. She may be comatose," he said, struggling slightly.
After a pause, he spoke up, opening the door. He was wearing a simple gray shirt, and black pants. "Yep!"
"That sounds stressful for you," she commented. "I'm sorry."
He faltered slightly, looking at the ground with a deep sigh. "She's not okay."
He got up and quickly got dressed, running his fingers through his hair as he went.
She brushed back his hair. "It's okay. I'm sure it'll get better soon, right?"
He glared at her, but shook his head. "Fire.. unexplained."
He nodded, tilting his head slightly.
She rubbed his back soothingly. "What makes you say that?"
Landon hadn't yet arrived, and Francis hovered closely near Poppy, his eyes cold yet concerned.
He sat up. "I'll be quick."
She looked up at him, and opened her arms with a cocked head. "Is everything okay?"
(Skip?)
He pulled down the blanket. "I have to get dressed too."
(Time skip?)
