“Of course.” She offers him a
small smile as she enters,
approaching without so
much as a hint of fear or
caution. “How are you?”

He is so used to being
regarded with terror and
suspicion that this act
of trust nearly renders
him to tears – he
manages to keep his
calm somewhat, though.
“Fine,” easily slips past
his lips, but it’s such an
obvious lie. He doesn’t
deserve to tell her the
truth, though. She’s too
innocent to be weighed
down by the guilt, which
W R E C K S him.
posted on 24.08.2014 at 2:51 via korolxva-deactivated20140928 © cowboyduster-blog + 2 notes + reblog

