But he doesn't relent in his grip, doesn't want to hurt her -- God no, that's the last thing he could take at this point -- but she's the only thing he's got anchoring him for now.
And it scares him shitless, more than anything he's ever been asked (or ordered) to do.
"You think I want to give up? You think after everything they did, I want them to win? I don't need someone worrying about me. You're just weighing me down."
The second the words leave his lips he wishes he could take them back. But she probably already knows, and it unnerves him that she can read him as easily as this.
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But he doesn't relent in his grip, doesn't want to hurt her -- God no, that's the last thing he could take at this point -- but she's the only thing he's got anchoring him for now.
And it scares him shitless, more than anything he's ever been asked (or ordered) to do.
"You think I want to give up? You think after everything they did, I want them to win? I don't need someone worrying about me. You're just weighing me down."
The second the words leave his lips he wishes he could take them back. But she probably already knows, and it unnerves him that she can read him as easily as this.
"Why do you even give a damn?"