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"I guess it was part of what I wished for," he said, his voice a bit shaky.
He looked back up. "I guess wishing on stars might work, then."
He seemed extremely surprised, and her actions earned a light blush. "I... Oh. Really?" he grinned. (Aahhh)
Finally, he faced her, his expression discernable. He was still. "Yeah."
He was hesitant with his response, and didn't face her when he spoke. "I like you, Poppy. In more than just a stupid, meaningless relationship...
*High-fives your butt*
He looked back at her, his expression soft, before turning away. "Hey... Poppy?"
"I suppose that might be a good thing, then. It is in my opinion." He leaned back a bit, shifting.
"Yeah, me too," he said, nodding in agreement. "I'm going to be sad when the mission end in general."
("Y'know what else is beautiful? Me.") "Yeah. There's so many stars, it's like a new world every time." He gazed up. "I love it."
He tightened the blanket around him, sitting on the ground. He enjoyed the chill in the air, but also liked the warmth of the blanket. "Nice."
"Hi. Hopefully neither of us will fall asleep this time," he teased, walking to the observatory.
Many hours later, dinner had passed and day turned to night. People settled in their rooms, and hallways were quiet. Francis shuffled down the...
"Yeah. I'm leaving a bit after. I'll knock?" (Yeah. Is that okay with you?)
"I'm alright. Trust me," he replied smoothly, walking towards the door. "You're free to join me again. I'd enjoy it."
"Not yet. I might just go back to my room for a bit. Think about things," he said, trying to plan quickly. "But I am going to the observatory...
"I'm fine." He waved it off. "Was that all you needed?"
Francis grinned. "Oh, good. I'm glad," he said, a bit awkwardly.
Francis waited for Poppy. This conversation had left him nervous, but he tried not to show it.
"I won't try to. Trust me. This a relationship that I actually want, and not something to just fill the gap."
