Poppy sighed and slipped off the couch, entering the bedroom quietly. She slipped onto the bed next to him, curling up, her eyes bright in the gloom.
Her side of the bed was quiet for a moment before he would feel her scootch closer, wrapping her arms tentatively around his torso.. “No. Stay with me. Please.”
“I’m sorry too,” she murmured, burying her head in his chest, shuddering slightly. She paused before speaking again, knowing that she sounded almost pathetic. “Promise you won’t leave me?” she whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear.
She pulled the collar of his shirt to kiss his collarbone lightly, her free hand coming up to cup the side of his neck. “I love you, Francis Craw.”
"I love you," he replied, pulling away for a moment to see her face, despite the dimness of the room. "I'm sorry."
Her eyes were the color of clouds just after a storm and she studied him carefully. “I’m sorry too. I do trust you, I was just...”
"I know," he said softly. "I.. I shouldn't have done what I did." He thought of his bandaged leg. "It was a mistake."
She wiped away the tears on his face, her brow dimpled as she frowned. "Me neither. But... you know. It happens."
