𝗙𝗣𝗝 𝙄𝙄.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓍯𓂃 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ a 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 in my head again. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ bating me in a 𝘄𝗮𝗿 i can’t 𝘄͟𝗶͟𝗻͟. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ trapped in a game ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ inside my own skin. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ֶ֢ ⠀

+ looking him in the eyes, brown searching brown, her tone softer now. ‘ I’ve lived a decade without you, and I hated it, don’t make me do it again, for good. ’

‘ your response sounded almost defensive — why? ’ she leaned forward a bit in her chair. ‘ what aren’t you saying? ’

a look much similar to one his mother sometimes wore crossed his features — a “yeah, right” look. ‘ uh-huh, sure, medium. ’ a teasing smile. ‘ your definition of medium and others is very different. ’

‘ well I’d hope so. ’ she allows the small laugh to come out with the remark, but was serious once again. ‘ that doesn’t answer my question, Mr Jones. ’

heavily exhaling, he knew FP was right. ‘ I guess you’re right — it’s easier then you don’t know them personally, I do it all the time, but with family it’s not so simple. . . but how different are we talking? ’

Determined, she nods. ‘ yes. ’ challengingly, she raised the question. ‘ you have, haven’t you? ’

+ from their very obvious height difference she had to look up at him. ‘ I know we joke around a lot, but I do love you— shut up, don’t make a joke right now.— and I worry, I really don’t want you going out and being reckless. ’

+ of the doubt, maybe out of some attempt to make him feel better. ‘ I can’t imagine that. ’

sighing, she tossed her notebook and pen onto the desk in front of her. ‘ let’s take you for example, though, you’re a gang leader - nevermind the sheriff - you’ve had to do some serious things in the name of the gang, right? ’

+ lingering as he had cut off her rant regarding the towns psychos, and everyone who was less than sane in the town they called home. ‘ how can anyone think that’s the best way to survive, taking another’s life? ’

we ’ re not making this a thing .