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He just stared at her for a moment, a soft and loving smile on his face. "Right... I should probably do the same."
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"I see. Well, I'd say that's a reasonable time," he said, sitting at the edge of the bed. "We'll probably get there on time, anyways."
"Two hours? Should we go eat to pass some time after we get ready?" he suggested, tilting his head slightly. "There's not much to do."
"Hmm. Alright, I can work with that." He got up and stretched, before turning towards her. "So, we have a train to catch today, right?"
He frowned, then sighed and kissed the side of her neck "I didn't mean to sound bitter. It just came out that way."
He sat up, putting his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder from behind. "Are you sure? I get dumb when I drink."
He looked up at her, his expression was that of consideration. "I'm sorry for the stupid things I said last night. My mind wasn't going straight."
"Hmph. You're right again. If I didn't get up, then I wouldn't be able to meet your family, which I would like to do."
He nodded, brushing back his hair. "I did. The only bad part of that I'm going to be sad that I have to get up."
He awoke slowly, stretching as he did. Once he was more awake, he tiredly looked down at her, his eyes were cognac brown in the early light....
(As always, haha)
It only took him a few minutes to fall asleep, as he was already doing so before she came in. He put his arm around lazily, before dozing off...
He turned over sleepily, opening his eye slightly. "Mm. I love you, too."
Francis was already laying in bed, half-asleep. He shifted slightly when the door creaked, but didn't completely address it.
He went to his room, glancing back once before unlocking the door and entering, going to change into his pajamas and lay in bed.
He nodded. "I'll just be in my room. I'll leave the door unlocked."
"I am, too. I haven't done something fun like this in a long time," he said, looking down at her.
He squeezed her hand. He was a bit concerned, but didn't show it. "I see. At least we know we're going to have a good day tomorrow."
He was quiet, not really wanting to break the silence. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice soft.
