A very large part of him wanted to reach for her, to wrap his arms around her as she cried and hold her close, but it had been a week, it seemed, of people doubting him and his abilities and it wasn't enough that they'd been called into question in some way all his life. He had just started to make a real name for himself out from under Irina and Sloane's shadows. He was known for getting the job done now, as well as for his shifting loyalties, but it just meant they paid him more, because they didn't want him against them.
But she meant more than that, because for the first time in his life, he had somewhere he belonged, and even so...it stung that she didn't realize it, made him wonder if he really did belong as much as he thought he did. He watched her cry, uncertain of what to do, feeling lost, not for the first time since he met her, and accepted her apology with a bit of a nod, though really that she'd thought it still stung and was, perhaps, the heart of the matter.
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Date: 2009-04-07 06:09 pm (UTC)But she meant more than that, because for the first time in his life, he had somewhere he belonged, and even so...it stung that she didn't realize it, made him wonder if he really did belong as much as he thought he did. He watched her cry, uncertain of what to do, feeling lost, not for the first time since he met her, and accepted her apology with a bit of a nod, though really that she'd thought it still stung and was, perhaps, the heart of the matter.