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He nodded, staying silently by the door.
"Hm. Alright," she murmured thoughtfully. "Give them time to think," she suggested. "They'll talk eventually."
"I love you too," he responded. "Sleep well."
He stood up, setting the clay down. He followed her to the back door, before looking up and relaxing something. "My car keys," he said quietly....
Avice wanted to console her slightly, but refrained. "What about the cabin boy? Does he know?"
"You can sleep," he said lowly. "I will too."
Francis seemed to shrink a bit, frowning. "I should probably go."
Avice pursed her lips. "Oh."
"Me neither. It's nice and relaxing."
He frowned, turning back to the clay. "Alright. Sorry."
Avice stood behind Jack, watching the group thoughtfully.
"It's just because we're always working or on an adventure. This is how we make it up," he said, smiling.
"Is he angry?" he asked, his expression curious.
Avice frowned, obviously not wanting to deal with the yelling. She put a hand on Damien's shoulder and forcefully pushed him to sit down, same...
"You can fall asleep," he said. "I probably will end up doing that, as well."
"Everything okay?" He asked, looking up at her.
She kissed his jaw, before taking his hand. "Let's go."
"No," he responded quietly. "Why?"
"Kay," he said distractedly, continuing to work.
She kissed him quickly, before pulling away. "Should we go back to help those people?"
