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"Of course," he said softly. "I'll always be there, but this is what I was talking about. I was worried this would happen."
"Hmph." She chuckled quietly. "You started a fight, too. And ended it."
"Obviously I'm okay with it, considering it's half true." He shook his head. "Are you feeling better than before?"
"I suppose. Maybe if you hadn't gotten drunk in the first place you would be able to recall. Like, how you danced."
"First off, you got attacked and then worried more about litter, and then you try to pull out the needle, and then you lie about me being your...
"Jack, that is probably one of the strangest questions you've asked me thus far."
He sat down at the side of the room with a heavy sigh, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe you."
"Maybe not," she said with a shrug. "You tried to catch a shark with your hand, though."
Francis crossed his arms. "It's true. I'm concerned for my wife's well-being and I would like to stay with her."
"I don't know," she said vaguely, standing up. "Maybe."
He kept his expression calm for her, and smiled sympathetically, despite his inner concern.
She looked at him strangely. "Why do you ask?"
"I still don't like it," he said.
She patted his arm, her head resting on the side of his bed. "I left you the pain killers last night. Do you want me to get them?"
He pursed his lips. "You're in an ambulance after getting attacked. That's not as okay as I'd like."
Avice opened the door and stepped in, her head tilted slightly as she sat on the floor by his bed. "Are you doing alright?" she asked quietly.
"I have my faults, Poppy. I only did it because I'm worried about you."
Around fifteen minutes later, there was a light knock on his door.
He raised an eyebrow. "See? I told you."
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