[ his gaze shifts, but nothing else about him moves, knowing she could snap his neck and yet staring down the barrel all the same. he knows she won't, no matter how mad she is. he knows she isn't even over killing that asshole, though she covers it up with sweeping statements like that one. she thinks he doesn't understand, but the truth is, he understands her better than anyone else here. he's had to be the same way his whole life, shoving any concern he has for others aside so that he could do his job. so that he could be damn good at it. and what a joke that turned out to be.
he bites into his lip, letting her get through her "answer" though it really doesn't satisfy the requirements in the end. that doesn't matter, that has never mattered. ] No. No, you don't owe me a damn thing, Jess. Or anyone here. Keep telling yourself that's good enough for you. [ he knows it isn't. can see it even now spelled out over the soggy planes of her face. he has to try. that's who he is, even when he fucks up over and over. even when it gets people he loves killed. ]
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he bites into his lip, letting her get through her "answer" though it really doesn't satisfy the requirements in the end. that doesn't matter, that has never mattered. ] No. No, you don't owe me a damn thing, Jess. Or anyone here. Keep telling yourself that's good enough for you. [ he knows it isn't. can see it even now spelled out over the soggy planes of her face. he has to try. that's who he is, even when he fucks up over and over. even when it gets people he loves killed. ]