Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Holding steady was something Micah could do.
He lifted the door, and he held it against the stone, muscles going tight with the exertion. He wasn't, however, thinking about the task at hand - he was thinking about the fact that every woman he'd met since coming to this country had been fundamentally hurt in some way by a man. It pissed him off, and his jaw clenched.
"You pick a good man, Joanie, and those don't stop caring. It's not about sex or love, caring. If he isn't your friend, if he doesn't give a shit about what happens to you outside of bed, what you want outside of a Hallmark card, he's the wrong choice," he said, complete conviction in his voice. "If he's the wrong choice, don't waste your time, nena."