you're not the only one who worries when one of us goes out that door
His jaw clamps shut. He purses his lips and he nods with a sigh, his eyes flicking downward for a moment.
On the one hand, it feels nice to be thought about by someone who cares, but on the other, he didn't mean to be an extra burden. She has enough to carry around with her.
He knew this would happen the instant he started telling her more about his job. And he didn't even go into detail about the incident that left him with that scar.
It would be so much easier if they both led normal, mundane, 9-to-5 days, but...no.
She makes good points. As always. And he'll listen. And he'll heed her as best he can. But for all his skill and experience, he still thinks he knows what he's doing when he leaps from ladders and window ledges or runs headfirst into smoke and flames without a mask. Literally playing with fire. Risking his life almost for the hell of it.
She doesn't have to know about those times.
He nods again, eyelids fluttering as she touches his hair, tweaks his chin as if he were teacher's pet. She presses her forehead to his and he reflexively tilts his chin forward, bringing his mouth closer to hers.
no subject
His jaw clamps shut. He purses his lips and he nods with a sigh, his eyes flicking downward for a moment.
On the one hand, it feels nice to be thought about by someone who cares, but on the other, he didn't mean to be an extra burden. She has enough to carry around with her.
He knew this would happen the instant he started telling her more about his job. And he didn't even go into detail about the incident that left him with that scar.
It would be so much easier if they both led normal, mundane, 9-to-5 days, but...no.
She makes good points. As always. And he'll listen. And he'll heed her as best he can. But for all his skill and experience, he still thinks he knows what he's doing when he leaps from ladders and window ledges or runs headfirst into smoke and flames without a mask. Literally playing with fire. Risking his life almost for the hell of it.
She doesn't have to know about those times.
He nods again, eyelids fluttering as she touches his hair, tweaks his chin as if he were teacher's pet. She presses her forehead to his and he reflexively tilts his chin forward, bringing his mouth closer to hers.
"Okay. I get it. I get it."