"I've been doing a lot of thinking. Probably a lot of overthinking, to be honest, but I want to talk about us," Lucielle stuttered on the last word, causing Floyd to tense up.
"I understand the last few days have been tough, but this is surely an anomaly," he responded.
She looked at him, puzzled, not sure where he was going with his statement. "What? No, I know, I just-"
"Whatever you've thought, Lucielle, please don't make any rash decisions. This is a minor hiccup-" She snorted, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.
"I wouldn't really call a dead body a 'minor hiccup', Floyd, but that's besides the point-"
Floyd stood abruptly, his eyes wide with alarm. "I can do better. Please don't give up on us, Lucielle."
Did he think-?
She stood up as well, grabbing Floyd's hands before
