Francis seemed irritated, standing up. "Dont say that. I know she won't. She wouldn't do that. I don't want to talk about this."
Phos squinted at him, his lips pursed. “You only don’t want to talk about it because you know I’m right!”
Francis went to the door. "You're wrong. I don't want to talk because I know Poppy would never do this. I'm starting to think you only want to hurt."
“I want to protect the people I care about,” Phos said sharply, his arms folded over his chest. “That is my only concern here.”
Francis sighed in frustration, going back over to her and joining her again, wrapping his arms around her.
Poppy murmured, turning in his embrace to face him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. “Craw?” she asked, half asleep. “Who was that?”
Poppy woke up later, her head against his chest and her legs draped around his. She shifted slightly, blinking sleepily.
Poppy sighed before pulling him closer, her face buried in his chest as she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his cologne.