[ He blinks at her, confused, before he realizes what she's getting at.
He's getting himself involved, and in all likelihood, she probably didn't want him around beyond his role as eye candy while she was on the job—
(I don't want you to go, she had said last night, but— that was blood loss and pain talking. Who the hell wants to be alone when they're feeling that fucked up?)
His gaze darts away, and he clears his throat. ]
Slip of the tongue. I, uh, you know. I meant "you."
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He's getting himself involved, and in all likelihood, she probably didn't want him around beyond his role as eye candy while she was on the job—
(I don't want you to go, she had said last night, but— that was blood loss and pain talking. Who the hell wants to be alone when they're feeling that fucked up?)
His gaze darts away, and he clears his throat. ]
Slip of the tongue. I, uh, you know. I meant "you."