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Her eyes met his. They were clear and bright, but a wave of concern washed over them. "I can tell you the same, but only when I haven't had tons...
Francis relaxed for a moment, not sleeping but enjoying the moment. Inevitably, he ended up going back to sleep, naturally bringing his other arm...
"Okay. I'll see you." She watched him, her cocked. "Meet me here later. I won't want to get up."
He kissed her jaw, then stopped, letting her go back to sleep.
"I kinda don't want you to go but I know you have to," she said quietly. "And I'll drink water."
"Yeah. I'll take you to one some day, once we find a house and this is over."
"Oh, this headache is gonna be killer." She laughed, sitting on the edge of her bed. "It'll be fine, though."
"I like breakfast in cafes, but this is better." He kissed her nose.
"I mean... Maybe? I'm just hoping I'll be able to read it. You're not allowed to write it but then that would be suspiciousssss."
"Good," he said, kissing her again. "We can just wait till dinner, then."
She looked at it. The handwriting was terribly messy. "Um. No. You may not."
"Yes, we could. It feels nicer here, anyways."
"Yes! I think so. I hope so. Sober Avice better not be stupid." She set the note down somewhere visible, and turned to him. "Job well done."
He rubbed her back, stretching out slightly. "Uggh, I don't want to get up."
"I'm going to write myself a note and tell myself to confess, if the feelings are real." She began writing. "Then you will know."
"Yeah, me too." He sighed. "I'd rather be here."
"I'll prove you wrong," she said, crossing her arms. "Open your eyes, Jack! And you shall see!" She opened her door, rushing to a pile of blank...
"Okay. I was just wondering," he said, kissing her nose. "I think we missed lunch."
"How would you know? You won't fess up when I'm sober." She frowned looking up at him. "Sober me likes you, I'm sure. I mean, who doesn't?"
He opened his eyes slowly, then kissed her forehead. "Are you awake?"
