(Ha! Same. Also, woo hoo!) She was quiet, the tilt of her head suggesting that she was thinking carefully. Her fingers played with his tie before coming to rest right below his collarbones. "Hm," she murmured eventually. "Francis Craw." She said his name quietly, as if testing the words in her mouth. She watched him for a moment before kissing him lightly. "Francis Craw, you've changed everything, you know that?"
He rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes for a moment. "You deserve so much better," he said, his thumb tracing her jaw. "But here you are with me. I'm so lucky."
"Don't say that," she said sternly, catching his hand and kissing it. "I'm a lot of things, Francis, but I'm not a fool. I don't fall in love meaninglessly. I feel like..." She hesitated before kissing him lightly. "You are who I've been looking for. I've found you, and I love you for everything you are. Okay?"
He watched her quietly, then looked down, smiling. "Okay. That's good. I feel the same. You know, I think you've changed my life already. For the better."
He shook his head, taking one of her hands with both of his. "You could never," he said, grinning. "I really do love you, though."
Her gaze flickered to his, and she considered him for a moment. She brushed his hair off his forehead, and her hand slipped down to rest against his cheek. "Well, I really love you too," she said eventually. She cleared her throat and slid her gaze to meet his eyes, and she grinned cheekily. "We have about an hour until we should probably get ready for that meeting," she said. "I'm certainly not opposed to having us stand here and tell each other of our affections, but just in case, is there anything you'd like to do in the meantime?"
He pulled away, regaining a bit more sense of reality. "I don't have anything planned. Is there anything you'd like to do?"
"Hm," she murmured, slipping her hand into his. "Well, I need to figure out how exactly we'll be getting to my dad's house tomorrow. Would you mind if we went to the main office so I could do that?"
They began to make their way over the main office, and Poppy's face grew thoughtful. "We're probably going to have to take a train to get there," she said. "It's a little... isolated."
"Ah, at least it's not by car. Everyone hates it when I drive," he said, thinking back. "They'd always get angry."
"I wouldn't say bad, but apparently every time I drive their life flashes before their eyes. They just think I go too fast, or that I'm reckless."
She raised her eyebrows teasingly. "How many of these people have said that?" she asked. "Because, you know, if everyone is saying that your driving is terrifying, it's possible they're not wrong."
"Now you're against me, too? I wouldn't say my driving is terrible. People are just afraid, that's all." He shrugged.
"How dare they," she said, shaking her head with mock disbelief. "Don't they know that life means nothing if it isn't ended shortly and abruptly in a terrible car accident?"
"Are you telling I'll end up killing people in another car crash? The first one was already devastating!"
