The words hit him like a brick wall, mostly because it seems....well. He makes a point not to think about that kind of thing, because he can't. He can't afford it, and more importantly doesn't want to risk her like that. It's why he's always made a point to try to keep her at arm's length, even when he slips up.
The first question he really wants to ask is why, but he knows it's a stupid question. There isn't ever an answer for that, not really, it's just a fact. Compounded reasons that make up something bigger than itself. His stance stiffens as he tenses reflexively, readying the latest attempt to talk her out of it for her own good, but he drops the idea. This place isn't New York, the gangs and mobs aren't here. Probably.
And it's not like he doesn't feel the same, even if he stuffs it down so deep he can keep it safe.
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The words hit him like a brick wall, mostly because it seems....well. He makes a point not to think about that kind of thing, because he can't. He can't afford it, and more importantly doesn't want to risk her like that. It's why he's always made a point to try to keep her at arm's length, even when he slips up.
The first question he really wants to ask is why, but he knows it's a stupid question. There isn't ever an answer for that, not really, it's just a fact. Compounded reasons that make up something bigger than itself. His stance stiffens as he tenses reflexively, readying the latest attempt to talk her out of it for her own good, but he drops the idea. This place isn't New York, the gangs and mobs aren't here. Probably.
And it's not like he doesn't feel the same, even if he stuffs it down so deep he can keep it safe.
"You know what a bad idea that is, right?"