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He sighed. "Thank you, my love."
She held the rail, looking up at him gratefully. "Thank you."
"His name is Bartholomew," Francis decided. "He can stay."
He sighed. "Only to you.. "
"Okay," she told him. "I will. I promise."
He went to her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he said. "Thats right."
"Can I stand again?" she asked. "I can lean on the railing."
"I won't," he said, before stepping back and kicking the door down. It was a lot easier than he expected. Probably the age.
"I agree," he said. "It makes me excited."
"Yeah, but you're you," she said. "I love that."
He went to the door and tried opening it. After a minute of trying, he spoke up. "Step back."
"Probably," he said. "It would be nice."
"Really?" she asked. "I think I'm the lucky one."
"Of course," he said, leaving the entrance of the hole to go find the door.
"Ask again when you're not loopy," he teased.
"No, I prefer you," she said. "Cause you're my doctor."
"Oh," he mumbled. "Okay."
"Yes." He nodded. "That's what we're talking about."
She reached up to kiss his cheek. "You're still my doctor."
