She beamed at him cheerfully. “I love you too!” she said easily. “Even if you kill me in my dreams sometimes.”
They returned to the apartment and she slumped on the couch. “Can I sleep here? Or do I have to go to the bed?”
She settled in his arms, kissing just under his jaw. “I love you too, Francis,” she replied warmly, resting her head on his chest.
“Mmhm,” she murmured, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep as she shifted to move closer to him. It only took a few minutes for her to doze off completely.
She slept soundly for quite a while, her head against his chest. Some time later, however, her hands tightened in his shirt and her brow furrowed as she muttered under her breath.
He hesitated, kissing the top of her her head before speaking softly in her ear. "I'm sorry. I love you."
She didn’t reply, her sleeping face troubled. She murmured something that may have been a whimper and turned her head into his shirt.
She calmed slightly, her lips brushing his collarbone. A faint mumble came from her throat before she tensed as she woke, pausing while trying to figure out where she was. “...Francis?”