She frowned as she turned to him, tilting her chin defiantly. "It's still going to hurt," she told him.
"I know," he said softly, applying the cloth to the cut. "It's probably easier if someone else does it."
She inhaled sharply as he cleaned it and closed her eyes sharply. After a moment, she opened them and met his gaze, grey meeting brown. "Thank you, Francis," she said quietly.
She exhaled and rested her forehead against his shoulder. "When do you have to go to work?" she asked, her voice muffled.
"Hm," she murmured thoughtfully, cupping his jaw with her hand. "And you're coming back here tonight?"
"Lovely. Then I've decided." She kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "We're celebrating your birthday tomorrow."
