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He tasted like wine, and brushed her hair back gently. "Let's go to our rooms. I'm sure we're both pretty tired at this point."
"I don't think you're broken," he said. "I don't think you're anything less of amazing. My opinion on you didn't change when I learned."
"I know. I know you're not," he said softly, stepping closer.
"I think he told me everything. I should have respected your privacy. I'm sorry."
He took her hand, his face was a look of worry. "Are you okay?"
He sighed, shading his head. "Phos told me about your mom, Poppy. I'm sorry."
"Well," he started slowly, "it has to do with your family."
He put his arm around her, a bit hesitant. "Actually... There's something I would like to talk about before."
He glanced at her with a affectionate look before opening the door and stepping out. There was a light breeze in the air, which caused him to...
He kissed the top of her head lightly, but felt nervous about it. "Okay. Okay." He brushed back some of her hair, watching as they approached the...
His shoulders were tense, and he looked over at her with a tired expression. "That you'll grow tired of me and leave."
He didn't say anything at first, only gazed out. "They mean something to me. It just makes everything so real. So much easier to enjoy, just...
"I know, Poppy. Both happened to me on the same day. I realize," he said lowly, frowning in distaste. "It was a mistake of me to say anything....
He turned back to look away. He knew he didn't want to be bitter, but he felt a bit insecure after speaking for some reason. He didn't want to be...
He turned to her, his gaze a bit annoyed. "I think you heard me." Obviously he would not say words like that normally, but the drinks may have...
"I'm sorry," he said nervously, not meeting her gaze. "Just forget I even said anything." ( D : I'm frightened)
He sighed, looking out the window. "Well... If you really want to know, then I'll tell you. I just hope that I.. eh, I hope that I have the...
"I don't know if I could even say, my love." He shook his head. "It's probably not as good as you would think, anyways."
(hes not drunk enough to tell her that he wants to marry her one day) "It's not important," he said slowly. "You don't have to worry about it."
"I think I can work with that. I would prefer that, actually," he said. He smelled faintly like wine, and he pulled her a bit closer. "Hmm....
