Now it was his turn to pull away from her, moving back towards the bed to sit. "I like watching you," he said softly, but didn't push it more than that. "I can stop always being there. But our paths will cross. I won't screw anything up for you." He wished she didn't seem like she had things she wanted to hide, or that knowing that she had the gun made him realize she probably did have things she wanted to hide. He wouldn't push her on that. She'd tell him in time. "And when you call, when I hear your voice in my head, I can be here. Or leave the door open, whatever you want."