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"Good," he said. "I'm glad."
He stumbled a bit, before falling, holding his stomach as he tried to breathe correctly. After a moment, though, there was a screech, and Evan...
She stood up, stretching her arms. "Did you sleep well?"
"I know, I know. You're doing fine though, okay?"
Francis stood, crossing his arms. "I don't care."
"Of course," she said. "If you'd want to, that is."
"I think you're fine," he said. "Don't worry too much."
"I'll fight you if it means you'll stop," she said surely.
She laughed, running her fingers through his hair thoughtlessly. "I can try to visit on the weekends."
He grinned, setting the wet plates to the side so she could dry them. "I'm glad you think so."
"You don't hit her because of me," he stated, his voice a bit quieter than before, but after a moment he stepped closer, his voice raising a bit....
"I'm immortal. I'll never die," she teased. "Jokes on you.'
As they left, the rest of the family continued their own conversations. Francis sat the plates in the sink and began washing them off. "Not so...
Francis shook his head, but hesitated with his words. "I-It's not my fault," he said. " It's not my fault."
She smiled, relaxing a bit. "Thank you. I won't leave you either. I promise."
"Sure," he said. "Could you help me take these to the kitchen?"
Francis stumbled back, not making much noice other than a gasp of surprise. He found his nose was bleeding already, and looked back at Evan,...
"Thank you," she murmured. "I would be devastated."
"I do," he said, standing up to take plates. "Lucky for you."
"You're full of It, Evan. Just leave her alone."
