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"Good," he said, intercepting and kissing her.
She watched him, grinning as she recalled how lucky she was. She grinned under her breath, a soft and sweet sound.
He frowned, stepping back. "Noted."
"Yeah," he said. "A little bit longer?"
She was quiet for a moment as she ran her fingers delicately through his hair, the actions soothing. "I love you."
He stepped back, only hatred in his eyes. "I'm not."
He grinned. "I'm okay with that."
"Will you be safe too?" she asked, her hand brushing through his hair.
His eyes watched Evan with deep observation, going for another hit. "You're so damn annoying, Evan. A liar too."
"So you're a traitor?" he asked teasingly.
"I'll be more careful next time," she told him. "Does that work?"
Francis paused, stopped only by the sheer ignorance of Evan's words. He waited a moment, thinking back on all of Poppy's words. Then, he struck...
"Oh yeah?" he asked. "What about Phos?"
"But danger is exciting! If you don't get hurt," she added.
"What happened?"
"You think I'm brilliant?"
"Being careful is for boring people," she said. "Party hard."
He paused. "Fire thing?"
"Thanks," he said, smiling against her lips. "I was kidding, though."
She grinned, kissing his cheek as she carefully put her arms around him. "Much."
