‘it did help. when you pushed me away it felt like distrust. how can you keep me safe if you don’t trust me?’ Slowly, so he could see every motion, she reached up and pushed her fingers against his frown, trying to smooth it away.
“You learn how to trust, it doesn’t just come overnight. I keep people I don’t even like safe and I don’t trust them, but I do it because I don’t want to see anyone else die.” He raised a brow at the feel of her fingers. “What are you doing?”
‘no frown’ She pulled her hand away, tilting her head. ‘I trusted you right away. who died?’ He was just so confusing; it made her head hurt. She marked out the last sentence, not liking what she felt from him. ‘how will you keep me safe?’ she put instead.