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How could he not have seen it?
Mary, the girl who he'd foolishly tried to evade, had worked her way into his cold little heart.
Mary, the queen who'd been brave enough to risk herself in order to save him.
Mary, Mary, Mary.
Her name like a prayer on his tongue, her beauty like his own personal sun.
Mary, Mary, Mary.
He was tired of thinking logically, and tired of considering their relationship illogical.
Had he just been afraid to admit to himself that he truly cared for her?
What a fool.
A silly, silly little fool who wasted time with words, and thoughts, and logic, when he could have had her.
But he had her now. Isn't that what mattered?
Mary, Mary, Mary.
"Francis, are you quite alright?" Her eyebrow was lifted skeptically, but there was amusement in her eyes, and that's all he needed.
Bounding up to her, he held her to him and kissed the living daylights out of her.
He didn't do it because it was logical. He did it because it felt right.
Mary, Mary, Mary.