"Okay," he replied. "I wouldn't dream of it. Besides.." he offered her a reassuring smile. "How could I deny you?"
She considered him as tears threatened her eyelashes and she took a deep breath, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest. "I love you."
She was quiet for a moment before Derrick tugged on her arm. "Pops, it's time to go. We have some guards that'll escort you to the medical ward." Something that might have been panic crossed her face and she turned to Francis, her brows furrowed. "You'll get her back, yeah?"
She bit her lip, studying him anxiously as one of the guards gently put his hand on her arm, tugging her back. "I love you. Remember what you promised."
The car drove forward and Derrick glanced at Francis out of the corner of his eye. "You're a little creepy, Francis," he commented. "You know that?"
"Yeah," he said, leaning back. "Like... I was a pilot, yeah? In the army. I've seen some pretty creepy dudes. But you... I don't know. You have this kinda... heebie-jeebies vibe going on. You look like you could kill a bunch of people without batting an eye."
He laughed, shaking his head. “See? Right there. That’s what I mean. You’re one creepy bastard. And I mean that in the best possible way. How long have you been reformed?”
