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She squinted thoughtfully, kissing his cheek and heading up curiously.
He didn't comment, only brushing her hair back.
She tilted her head curiously. "You do?"
He closed his eyes. "I know.. I'm sorry."
"That is good," she agreed. "I missed you."
He looked down at her thoughtfully before kissing her head. "I don't like arguing with you."
She took his hand. "I'm good.. How was your day?"
He rested his head on hers. "I'm sorry."
She went to him, her eyes bright. "Hey, Fer."
He hesitated before coming close and opened his arms.
She nodded easily. "Sounds good."
He frowned slightly, seeming hesitant to reply. "Why?"
Fleur was still rather quite, apparently not very talkative.
"I just.. I wanted to know if I was one of the people.. I want to help."
"I liked the elegance how beautiful they all looked.. And the pride of getting a move right."
"Does that include me?" he asked, his voice quiet.
"It was always ballet," she said, looking up. "Other dance is good, but I've always liked ballet."
"It just depends on how they raised, I guess.."
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He touched his fingertips together. "We'll get through it."
