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He took her hand, frowning slightly. "Go ahead, then." *** "I know that," she said, "but a part of you must feel bad."
He smiled, kissing her cheek. "I suppose you're right."
She opened her arms for him, not wanting to get up. "It's okay," she said. "I understand your concern."
"I know," he said, his tone cold as he went to sit next to Poppy, putting an arm around her lovingly. "How many questions?" *** "I would," she...
He frowned, but stepped out of the car. "You sure you can't say?"
She shook her head. "No," she answered. "Just wanted to lay down."
Francis joined them momentarily, coming up behind Poppy to kiss the top of her head. He brushed back his black hair, and his brown eyes watched...
He grinned. "You bet. What is it?"
She grinned, pausing for a moment before pulling away, going to lie on her back.
He gave her a slight not of appreciation, following Val. *** She squinted. "Yes, but I won't fall."
He brushed back her hair. "I appreciate it."
She laughed breathily, her hands shifting slightly. "It's a good thing that's not the case."
Landon tried to give her a gentle smile. "It's quite alright," he said. "Thank you." *** "I am not," she said stubbornly, swinging idly. "I'll...
"Nope," he told her. "I trust you."
She smiled, tilting her head for easier access. "I think so too."
He tilted his head, sympathizing. "You've got this." *** She pursed her lips, glancing at him before going over to it and stepping on, more...
He cocked his head, looking at the plane. "Nothing."
"I do not," she replied. "Is it bad that like being near you?"
He nodded. "Yeah. For sure. Are you?" *** "I know you're not arguing," she reassured, climbing down. "I was just sayin'."
"I'd still love you," he said. "Obviously."
