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“Morgan!” he called, once he saw the other’s figure through the many in the Louvre. After his conversation with Astrid, he was in an odd mood. He was elated, of course, because it had turned out well and they were closer than they were before it had happened, but of course it was still bittersweet. He would be happy for them, if it meant that they would both be happy. He clapped the other’s shoulder, “Morgan, we’ve got to talk. My date with Astrid — I want to give it to you. I wanted to give her the perfect night, and I don’t think there’s anyone else but you who can do that.”











