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(Aw) He blushed slightly, but smiled, his eyes watching her adoringly. "Good. That's good. I would do the same for you."
He hesitated. "Well, I thought I asked for both reasons, but I feel like now I was just wrong, and I'm not sure if I regret my actions, because I...
"Okay. See you soon," he said with a small wave, before turning to Poppy with a strange expression. "... So. I guess I was wrong."
"Alright," he said slowly. "Take care, okay?"
"Oh, it's alright," Francis said, though there was hint of regret that only Poppy would notice in his tone. "You were just looking out for us."
"I... I don't know." He looked up at her, confusion on his face.
He sighed. He knew it wouldn't be a good idea telling someone. What if it was just because he of scared of them dying? "Right. Right."
He squinted, tapping his chin. "I see. How do you know when the time is right?"
"Well, I know it's a bit early, but..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "What if something like that happens again?"
He rolled his eyes, a grin breaking through. "Of course!"
"I did," he said with a nod, trying not to let a smile sneak onto his other blank expression. "It was a good decision."
"Oh, right," Francis started pulling nervously on one of his fingers. "I get to call someone else my fiancée now."
"Not yet," he replied, thinking back to it. "I didn't bother to ask."
He crossed his arms thoughtfully, cocking his head slightly. "But we didn't luckily," he said softly. "I understand your worry, though. Thank you...
(Aww, Phos, you old bean) "Phos, are you okay?" he asked playfully, grinning as the old man joined them.
He gave her one quick kiss before going back to his bed. He decided not to tell her about Evan being in here.
He kissed her back immediately, but pulled away after a moment. "I should probably get back into bed. That nurse kinda scares me."
He brushed her cheek his hand, tilting his head slightly. "You're right, I'm sorry."
He leaned into her hand, closing his eyes for a moment. "You did the same for me. If I was by myself... I probably would have let them shoot me."
He watched her lovingly, though his eyes hinted to his worry. "You were killed in mine, too. At one point I knew it wasn't real, but it still got...
