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(Yep! Cause this part has to be a happy time.) He took her hand, kissing the top of it. "I promise to always do those three things," he said...
(Yeah. I actually think Francis will get pretty emotional over this, for once.) "I don't know. I just feel like I'll screw up, or something." He...
(He would not believe her, even if she was a good actress. In fact, he'd probably just get mad at her for trying to ruin things again.) "Alright....
(Hmm. Probably? I think it will mess things up either way.) "I feel the same way. But trust me, I wouldn't leave you. I promise," he said slowly,...
(Yes!!! And Evan shows Poppy the photos so it seems more convincing and so she goes to him in her time of need! It's the perfect evil plan!) "I...
(Now I really want to see this happen! I feel like Vivienne would definitely try to get them to break up, but I'm not sure how. Evan could come...
He nodded. "Yeah, I think that works. That's a good amount of time. Though, I may have to die a little bit before that, not by choice, though."...
"How long is a while?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "Just know that your answer will be the length of time I have before I die. Just a...
"You overestimate me, Miss Abernathy," he said sadly. "I don't want to break up again."
"Don't do this to me," he said dramatically, but kept his voice low. "I'll die on the inside."
"Do you really want that?" he asked solemnly, with mock seriousness.
He kissed the top of her hand lightly. "Another? This is just getting ridiculous!"
"My creative writing teacher also taught me French and German, so I think they will be fine with my excellent descriptions," he said, his voice posh.
He glanced down at it before looking back up at her. It was half gone. "Y'know, croissant-y," he replied, raising an eyebrow.
He lightly ran his fingers over hers, looking back up. "Alright. Sorry. How's your tea?" he asked, changing the subject.
You can do it! We believe! Besides, you're already more than halfway there!
He took her hand once had finished drying it, and distractedly inspected her fingers in thought. "Yeah. Just one step closer to a real vacation."
He leaned forward, gently setting his glass down on the table. "Are you alright?" he asked, his expression slightly concerned.
"I'd say it was both, but I get more money in the end, so it's okay with me. It's not like it really mattered anyways. It was just a mission," he...
"I don't know. The way they spoke about it made it seem like they erased it all from existence. I've never bothered to make any theories."
