She couldn't seem to hold it in, and she clamped her hands to her face, small, breathless sobs escaping her mouth. "Oh my God. Oh my God."
She would be able to tell he had already made up his mind, but looked weary. His eyes seemed tired, and he watched her as if she might yell at him for going.
She studied him, her hand on his neck before she took a deep breath and shook her head. "Help me get to the car, yeah? I'm going to at least come with you to the training center."
They got to the car eventually, Poppy slipping into the passenger seat and buckling in. She caught a glance of the car seat and took a sharp breath, holding it.
Francis noticed, getting in as he started the car with haste and began driving. "She'll be fine. We'll get her back."
Her lower lip trembled and she said nothing, looking out the window quickly to keep him from seeing the tears running down her cheeks.
She shuddered and spoke after a moment. "I don't think you should be going, if there are other people."
"It's not safe, Francis," she said quickly, wiping at her eyes hastily before turning to look at him. "If..." She cleared her throat again, shaking her head. "If... something has... if something has happened to... if... if she's... not going to be around anymore... I can't lose you too."
