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After her show, Fleur had been unable to call a taxi. She had started back on her way home, frowning slightly with her bag over her shoulder.
He touch was extremely gentle, moreso than usual. He was quiet, closing his eyes.
(Zoop?)
He hesitated, reaching up and gently brushing his hand though her hair.
She instinctively scooted close, resting her head on his chest before falling back asleep.
He nodded slowly. "Okay.."
Fleur shifted, her eyes fluttering sleepily as she rested her hand on his back. "Fer.."
His eyes were sad, and he sighed. "Yeah.. You're right."
Fleur was still asleep, hugging a pillow.
He frowned. "I.. That makes me sad."
(Yoop!)
He slowly relaxed, hugging her as well. "I'm sorry.."
She seemed worried, but eventually fell asleep.
There was a silence before he opened the door.. He looked like he was on the brink of crying.
She nodded, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes.
"You're just saying that to make me feel better," he said quietly.
She sighed, her brows furrowed. "Okay.."
"You're scared of me," he said sadly. "You can't help it.. I don't know what to do."
She frowned. "I want to say goodbye.. And I want to be awake when you come back.."
It didn't open. "I love you too, but.. What happened wasn't okay. I was too violent. I.. It's not usually like that, I just.. That damned ringing."
