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She looked up at him, going to him and wrapping her arms around him. "Ferris.."
"Well.. I don't know how to meditate," he admitted, "but I'll learn. It'll be good."
She stayed in the bedroom, her knees pulled up to her chest as she waited for him to come in.
"I didn't know what was going on this time.. If it happens again I'll just... meditate, or something."
She watched him for a moment before quickly going into the building and leaving them.
He watched her lovingly, but still seemed worried. "O.. I will try my hardest to stay myself 100% of the time."
Fleur darted away, her breaths quick and nervous as she shuddered.
He leaned forward to kiss her forehead lightly.
She didn't say anything, only watching him with wide eyes.
"Yeah.. That's fair," he said quietly, turning to her gently. "I love you.'
She gasped, digging her nails into his arm to try and get away.
"I wasn't brain washed today, O.. I don't know what that was.."
She raised her hands. "I don't know anything!"
"You're also afraid of me because of what I did.."
She whimpered slightly, looking for an escape. "P-Please stop.. I don't know anything.."
His expression saddened. "I'm.. I'm just feeling badly. I'm not upset with you." He continued to the dryer, putting the clothes in the hamper...
She paused, her brows furrowing as she stepped back nervously. "Wh.. what?"
He looked back, maybe a little surprised that she assumed he was mad. "What..? I'm not.."
She looked around anxiously, maybe moving a little quicker to get back home.
He paused, feeling the guilt settle in again, and he pulled away to go get the laundry.
