( it's not as if he doesn't have a choiceβhe does, but she's a pillar of stubborn standing there and she's offering him a reprieve from it all without a catch. if the authorities were to get involved by him either sticking around too long or checking in to the emergency room, he might have a difficult time explaining himself. she doesn't need to hear the why to know that much. if she was wiser she'd bring him to claire, clean her hands and know that she at least hadn't left him in the mouth of that alley, refrain from opening up another rabbit hole that was caring too much about someone that was hellbent on giving her every reason not to.
once she's involved it's difficult to take her teeth out, yet here she is, baring them wide and willing.
sights sweep along the frustration of his jaw, and he asks a question that should be easy to answer. should be something she can graze over just like everything else, but it causes her to take pause. she doesn't have anything to hide, but she holds on to stories that aren't her own to tell, and eventually she quells that slight hesitation with a resolved sigh. )
You remind me of someone.
( someone who refused to ask for help no matter how dire the circumstance, who would first look at her with their own flesh marred with blood and dirt. she recognizes that look, and her heart curls to a fist in response. she knows it doesn't provide much, but to be fair, they're both going out on a limb here. if she had a rational explanation to give him, she would, a way to assure him this wasn't like her, that she didn't typically run into the gunfire rather than away from it's garish echo.
she can't do that. not honestly. there's a stillness there between them that doesn't fit, shouldn't be within reach given the unconscious bodies around them, the plum-tones taking to his skin. she should leave.
she wont.
pink tongue crosses over her lips, eyes flitting between each of his own. )
I'm a block away. We just have to get there. Okay?
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once she's involved it's difficult to take her teeth out, yet here she is, baring them wide and willing.
sights sweep along the frustration of his jaw, and he asks a question that should be easy to answer. should be something she can graze over just like everything else, but it causes her to take pause. she doesn't have anything to hide, but she holds on to stories that aren't her own to tell, and eventually she quells that slight hesitation with a resolved sigh. )
You remind me of someone.
( someone who refused to ask for help no matter how dire the circumstance, who would first look at her with their own flesh marred with blood and dirt. she recognizes that look, and her heart curls to a fist in response. she knows it doesn't provide much, but to be fair, they're both going out on a limb here. if she had a rational explanation to give him, she would, a way to assure him this wasn't like her, that she didn't typically run into the gunfire rather than away from it's garish echo.
she can't do that. not honestly. there's a stillness there between them that doesn't fit, shouldn't be within reach given the unconscious bodies around them, the plum-tones taking to his skin. she should leave.
she wont.
pink tongue crosses over her lips, eyes flitting between each of his own. )
I'm a block away. We just have to get there. Okay?