"Like, way more handsome," she said with a grin. "And you have a certain level of class that he doesn't have."
"Me? No, not at all. I don't see you asking his fiancée to come and meet up with you in the middle of the night." She paused and then gave him a sunny grin. "You don't do that, right?"
"I don't know," she said with a slight smile. She rested her head on his shoulder, inhaling slightly. "Maybe it runs in the family."
"That you love it, and I should never stop?" she replied, and he would be able to feel her smile as she kissed him.
(Time skip!) Poppy's apartment door was slightly ajar as he approached it, and no sound came from inside.
Poppy was laying on her back in the middle of the living room floor, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't blink when he entered, and she was eerily still.