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He kissed her jaw, pausing as his breath touched her neck with each exhale. "Nothing we can't overcome, right?"
"Hmph. Alright, I'll try to listen to that advice," he replied. He shuddered when she kissed him, as it tickled slightly, but he didn't mind....
"I suppose," he said, kissing her cheek. "I mean, you are right 99% of the time."
He pulled away for a moment, then took her hand while he spoke, putting the ring on. "I'm sorry I did that to you. I shouldn't have hurt your...
He smiled against her lips, wrapping his arms around her, though he was careful not to hurt her. "I love you. I love you so much. You make me so...
He had to stifle a laugh, then showed what he had in his hand. It was a ring, set neatly in the box. He cleared his throat, before speaking. “I...
There was some shuffling behind her, and then silence. "Okay, you can turn around now," he said, once she did turn around, she would find him on...
He watched her, his expression soft as he looked into her eyes. After a moment, he stood. "Can you stand up, please? And then face that way." He...
The scene of earlier replayed in his head, and he shut his eyes, leaning into her hand ever-so-slightly. "I love you, Poppy. I don't know what...
"It did today, though," he said, looking back at her. In the dimness of the area, his eyes looked black, if not for the starlight reflecting on...
He took it, sighing. "I'm sorry for what I did. I was scared I would hurt you again." His voice was low, and he picked words thoughtfully. "It...
He flinched when he heard her voice, but didn't say anything about it. "... Poppy."
Francis had been in the observatory for God knows how long. He just sat, inspecting the cubed item he had early. To him, the stars above couldn't...
He hugged his knees as he sat against the door, trembling as tears streaked down his face. "I love you..." he whispered, but knew she wouldn't...
"Poppy, please..." he spoke into his hands. "I can't talk about this right now."
"God dammit!" He slammed his hand on the ground in frustration. "You can't know that, Poppy. There is no way you can know that."
He brought himself to the door, only leaning against it. "Poppy," he said, though his voice cracked in the middle, and he covered his mouth to...
He turned away from, hoping she wouldn't see his expression. He felt so broken. So stupid. He loved her more than anything in the world. What if...
"It wasn't the right time," he said, not believing his own words, "and I don't think you're safe around me, right now. I'm sorry, Poppy. I'm sorry."
"Poppy, I love you. I can't hurt you again." He shook his head, slipping his hands out of her grip. Would that make this easier? Would pretending...
