[ Not just a dead-end street, but the kind of dead end that's erected for the start of a public walking trail, with a small little gravel and pavement area for a car or two to park and one lone rubbish bin that marks the start of the trail. It's thankfully deserted, which means the fact that he winds up idling at such an angle that absolutely no other cars could even try to park beside him isn't such an issue.
What is an issue is the fact that he's no longer driving.
Which means... ]
I... [ He's being ridiculous. He's a grown man who's dealt with being shot at with more aplomb than this. How is it that a bullet tearing through the meat of his shoulder doesn't make his palms sweat as much as a pretty girl setting her teeth to his throat?
It's tempting to equivocate, to answer her question with another question of his own, to make some sort of quip to try and dispel the tension. If he never admits to wanting anything, then it won't bother him when he doesn't get it, or when it's taken away from him. That's how he's managed to live most of his life, after all, never quite committing to anything that could make him vulnerable in an effort to keep himself safe.
But it's just Kate. She wouldn't do this to him just to mock him, not after committing to the ruse for so long. Right?
Right. ] Yes.
[ Gods. Why is he so scared? This is ridiculous. Grasping desperately for anything to dispel some of the tension, he forces a smile. ] We should probably practice before tonight, anyway.
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Date: 2021-11-12 07:54 pm (UTC)What is an issue is the fact that he's no longer driving.
Which means... ]
I... [ He's being ridiculous. He's a grown man who's dealt with being shot at with more aplomb than this. How is it that a bullet tearing through the meat of his shoulder doesn't make his palms sweat as much as a pretty girl setting her teeth to his throat?
It's tempting to equivocate, to answer her question with another question of his own, to make some sort of quip to try and dispel the tension. If he never admits to wanting anything, then it won't bother him when he doesn't get it, or when it's taken away from him. That's how he's managed to live most of his life, after all, never quite committing to anything that could make him vulnerable in an effort to keep himself safe.
But it's just Kate. She wouldn't do this to him just to mock him, not after committing to the ruse for so long. Right?
Right. ] Yes.
[ Gods. Why is he so scared? This is ridiculous. Grasping desperately for anything to dispel some of the tension, he forces a smile. ] We should probably practice before tonight, anyway.