“I don’t want anyone getting killed because of me,” she said, words laced with the same delicacy of her fingers on his sleeve. “No one else, not over a misunderstanding.” Fuck, why did she have to go and say a thing like that? As if she knew exactly what he meant to do and the power her words held over those actions. “But…” He sighed. I really want to was, perhaps, not the most stalwart thing to say at that moment even though it was exactly what ran through his mind.
