He looked at her plaintively, tears spilling over. "Tomorrow... when I forget... please don't let me push you away. Please don't leave."
His brows furrowed as he realized he was still crying, and he swiped at the tears hastily, looking away from her for a moment before burying his face in her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close.
(zoop!) The next morning, Ferris was still fast asleep next to her, his head resting against her neck and his arms around her waist.
Fleur woke a bit early, shifting and looking around sleepily, relaxing as she saw him. She kissed his head before getting up to get him water and painkillers, heading downstairs.
He turned his face into the pillow as she left, grumbling a little as he tried to block out the sunlight.
She got it, returning back to the room and setting them gently on the night stand before carefully getting back in the bed.
He shifted sleepily as she got into bed, sitting up in confusion and blinking at her blearily. "...Fleur...?"
He looked extremely confused, looking around for a moment, his brow furrowing. “What... what are you doing here? Did I call you?”
He relaxed a little, his shoulders losing some of their rigidity, but he still looked on edge, gripping the bedsheet. “Oh, well... I’m sorry you had to deal with me.”
He watched her, hesitating for a moment. “I missed you too,” he replied quietly. His expression hardened and he shook his head. “What happened last night?”
"You started to break up with me," she said quietly, not meeting his gaze. "But.. I think you changed your mind."
He sighed, looking down at the ground. “Yes, well... my inebriated self is easily swayed, I guess. But I’m sober now, and hungover, so I don’t think I’m in a changing mindset right now.
