She frowned, standing up to water her plants. Poppy, Francis might have noticed, did not like to sit idly. "I think he's too scared. I mean... God. I would be."
She pursed her lips, plucking a dead leaf off one of her plants. "Yeah," she said quietly, not meeting his gaze. "I know."
She was quiet for a moment, her hand curled in his shirt. "I hope so," she said eventually. "I really hope so."
She opened her mouth to reply, but was quickly interrupted by a curt knock on the door. Poppy jumped, startled, before pulling away. "Sorry," she murmured to Francis before addressing whoever was behind the door. "Come in?"
As the door closed behind the last person, Poppy sighed, taking off her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose. "There we go," she said tiredly. "Last one."
She looked up at him gratefully, catching his hand and kissing the back of it. "I'm okay," she said. "I'm going to take some migraine medicine tonight, though. Just in case." She stood up and turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you for staying with me."
