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"You think?" she asked blankly, glancing over at him.
He frowned. "Oh jeez. Were they good, at least?"
"That's... understandable. Don't you feel kinda bad, though? I hate when I forget names."
"Thanks," he said kindly, watching the man walk away. "Who was that?"
Awhile later, he came back, a slight grin on his face. Once he found Poppy again he stood next to her, his hands behind his back politely.
He gave her a nod, then left to a quieter room, smoothly pulling out a phone along the way.
"That reminds me," he thought aloud. "I have some phone calls to make. If you'll excuse me.."
"I know," he said. "It's such a crazy coincidence."
(Okie dokie!) "Okay," he said, moving past her and opening the door. "I'm glad we managed to resolve things."
He kissed her again, this time a bit quicker. "Wanna go back out there?"
"I'm sure," he said firmly. "Are you?"
He chuckled, and brushed back a lock of her hair. "It's okay. I really missed you, too."
(Aww) He seemed surprised at first, but kissed her back, his hand instinctually moving to lightly graze her jaw.
He smiled, then hesitantly kissed her forehead. "I know. I know. It's crazy, right?"
"So we haven't been that far apart, huh?" he said distractedly. "I had no idea."
"It's not far from here," he said. "Where have you been staying?"
"Not anymore," he said, fixing a sleeve. "I'm staying near HQ now. It's kind of like where I used to live."
He nodded, frowning. "It's not fair."
"I missed you too," he said quietly, obviously in thought. "Half a year, huh?"
"Of course." His words were careful and precise. "You're the love of my life."
