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He grinned slowly as he watched her. "Wow."
Fleur returned a bit later, gently opening the door and closing it with a soft click as she got inside, leaning against it as she pursed her lips.
He slowly relaxed, looking over at her. "So you love me?"
Fleur's eyes widened, and she stormed out of the apartment, the door shutting loudly behind her. Clearly this news angered her.
He nodded slowly, his brows furrowed. "Yeah.. You're right."
Fleur looked anxious, her brows furrowed. "What? Why?"
His hands were shaking a bit, and he seemed at a loss for words.
Fleur looked a little panicked, but started upstairs with an anxious frown, opening the door for them.
"It was my body," he said anxiously. "I.. I would never try to hurt you."
Fleur looked anxious, her arms crossed nervously.
He looked down at her, looking a little worried. He kissed her head and pulled her close. "I'm so sorry I tried to hurt you, O. I'm so sorry."
She hesitated a little, but nodded. "Yeah.."
He frowned, rubbing his temple. "Not really. I don't remember the beginning at all."
Fleur tilted her head slightly, her brows furrowed. "Oh.. He's been out here this whole time?"
He shook his head quickly. "No. Not now. It's been too soon."
She frowned. "I'm not sure.. Maybe the bar or the docks or something?"
He laughed, kissing her cheek affectionately. "I'm okay. However, I still think we should have gotten the floor bed. Cots are dumb."
"Just what you said.. I think he will like your ideas better." she sighed slowly, opening the door to leave.
He nodded. "Of course I did. I'm still me."
"Well, I think you would explain better," she admitted. "That and I might start crying.. I don't have the best control over my emotions."
