“You don’t get to make that choice.” Her vision blurred for a moment, gaze falling out of focus. “Why do you say that?” A strange, neutral mask seemed to settle over her features.
She hated this. Now that he’d said that, she’d feel compelled to get to the bottom of it, to try to fix it if that was possible. Bad enough he was breathtaking, now he was a broken bad boy as well? Stupid, stupid, stupid and too late.
“Are you not making up now for your past?”
“I don’t get to make that choice, huh?” He chuckled lightly, arms crossing lightly over his chest as he took note of her facial expression changing.
“Well I’ll tell you one thing, I don’t plan on dying any time soon. That fair enough?”
Though he really meant to say he wasn’t planning on dying again.
“And as for whether or not I’m making up for my past, well, that’s one of those little secrets I’m going to be keeping for myself.”
“That’s good. That’s very good, Mr Stark. What would coax you to spill some of those secrets?” she asked. Something in her voice seemed to whisper, Go on, you can trust me, I’m safe, share your secrets.