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"I assume you have good grades then?" he asked sarcastically.
"I'm the nerd? Have you seen your job?"
"For being with me," she said softly. "Thank you for that."
"Neat," he said. "Good job."
"Outside," he replied. "Or in the music room."
She leaned against him, sighing. "Thank you."
"That's good," he said, turning to his papers, his eyes thoughtful.
"I haven't been here in awhile. Not a long of things have changed."
"Good," she said. "We should probably get some sleep first, though."
"It doesn't have to be. I was just checking."
He nodded, watching the familiar doors and hung up pictures. "Yeah. It's weird."
"Do you want to?" she asked. "I think it would be nice."
Francis went to sit down, setting his bag on the ground. "Are you okay?"
He took her hand with a small smile. "Okay. Let's go."
"The sneakiest," she said, taking one of his hands in both of hers. "Have you ever just watched the sunrise?"
(Next day?)
He opened the door and approached her, gently kissing her neck from behind. "Ready to go downstairs?"
"Sure," she replied. "Though we'll probably have to leave early to not get caught, right?"
(Yep!)
He came back a few moments later, and knocked on the door.
