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He exhaled, relaxing a bit. "I love you."
He shrugged, still looking a bit nervous. "I don't know... Maybe?"
He kissed her nose, sighing he pulled away. "I know, right?" He paused. "I'm so glad you said yes."
He laughed breathily, his expression a mixture of joy and relief. "Oh, good. Good good good," he said quickly, brushing back a lock of her hair.
He was shaking slightly and stuttering, but he continued. "Um, I- I don't have anything to give you right now, and it doesn't half to be official...
He didn't face her, instead her nervously wrung his hands. His expression was blank, but had a hint of hesitance on it. "Marry me." His voice was...
Small small egg
He sat down, looking at his hand, evidently in thought. "Poppy?"
"Yes, it is against the rules, therefore I'll come over there." He went and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes for a moment. He stood up...
He squeezed her hand, staring up at the ceiling. "That was really close."
"No," he said, shaking his head. "Well, I mean- the only bad part was that you were bleeding a lot, which was terrifying."
"Because I wouldn't go back and lay down after I saw you," he replied, a bit self-consciously.
He glanced at her, his thumb gently brushing the back of her hand. "Me too. And for so long..." He chuckled. "Y'know, I think I had to be sedated."
He laughed weakly in relief, seeing that she was alright. "Nope. We didn't," he said, sitting back. Getting up would be hard for him right now....
He sat up, looking over at her. "Poppy?"
Crack another yolk, yo!
He sighed, his tone full of worry, leaning back into the bed. Covering his face with his hands for a moment, he seemed a bit frustrated. "God,...
Everything ached. He hadn't slept in a real bed in so long. His eyesight was a bit blurry at first, but focused eventually. He exhaled, wincing...
He frowned, tensing up a bit. "No, I will not."
"No," he replied slowly, his voice uneven. "I can't."
