“You seem pretty intent on being part of my life. So, you know,” Summer turned her hands out, “I’m completely content to let that happen. And not be … alone, anymore. I’m … not afraid of darkness. Of shadows. I’ve … ” She took a deep breath, holding his eyes. “Killed people. Victor. I’m not really a good person.”
Victor looked at her, not wanting to make light of the situation but slightly quirking an eyebrow. “Remember who you’re talking to love, I’m no better, perhaps even worse. I don’t know how many people I’ve killed, how many governments I’ve toppled. It’s all a blur now really.” He trailed off for a moment before he smiled and got up to kiss the corner to her mouth. “As long as you’re content then this is fantastic.”
“I just don’t — hmmm — want you getting the wrong idea about me. I’m not some kind of pure, shining girl here to lift you out of the sewer. I’m not going to be any kind of balance for you.” She half-turned in her chair, taking his hands. “Thank you for breakfast, Victor, darling.”
“I would never hold anyone to such a high standard as being perfect, it’s impossible. An’ I sure as hell would never ask you to drag me out of the sewer. I would never imagine to burden someone with the task of balancing me out anyways. I’ve managed alright so far so I don’t see the reason to ask someone to try.” Victor looked down at their hands and smiled. “I’m not the kind of person that wants to be around people to be fixed, I’m just looking for some understanding and trust.”
“You’re welcome by the way love.”
“So. You’ve stuffed me and kissed me, and at some point I suppose I should clean up the kitchen.” She stuck another piece of pancake in her mouth. “Now what?”