Tavin didn’t think much about life back then. Jerzy and he knew that the only way to survive was to just move forward. Forget the past and try to make some way forward. It was never easy and more then once Tavin had thought they weren’t going to make it. Somehow though, they’d managed to. Now that they had, as much as Tavin really believed possible, he wasn’t going to let anyone or anything take that from them. It made for a paranoid man certainly, but he wasn’t looking to really bring any others around them. Relationships. Friends. They were all hollow things. There for a week till they were onto another city. Tavin didn’t let anyone in really, much as Jerzy liked to lecture him on it. But in Tavin’s opinion there wasn’t any damned reason to.
Now he had to question it. To wonder what it would be like to have her back around. If Jerzy remembered her he’d likely rush right to her and not even question. But Tavin doubted that the kid did. There was a time when he barely even remembered Tavin. It had been even longer now, a greater gap of time for the mind to just forget.
Tavin knew some of her life, as much as some quick digging could really give him. He knew who she was around, he knew what she did. Better off then the brothers when it came to cash but Tavin wasn’t fool enough to think that money was some cure all. It was all about the control that was in your life. Many thought that in a field like Tavin’s that he’d be under some fucks thumb. But he wasn’t. He was one of the few that wasn’t. Sharp dealing and contracts made. Tavin could leave at any time. He didn’t let anyone have anything to hold over him anymore. Too much risk, the two never knew when they’d need to skip town.
He didn’t think it so easy for her to do just that. Not with the eyes she had watching her. It made him even more wary as he watched her, always making sure he was in the shadows. He didn’t need anyone coming after him for holding a bit of interest in someone they didn’t think he should. Careful through it all…so fucking careful…and tonight none of that seemed to matter. The need to just…face her was too strong. To…get this over with in a sense. To know once and for all how this would go.
Who she was didn’t change any of Tavin’s mannerisms though. Sarcastic and short tempered, he cared little for her dislike of male condescension. If someone left themselves open for it they did, be it woman or man. The truth of the matter was the same, had she pushed this would have turned into a situation neither of them would have liked. Better to just leave it be.
Inside the room Tavin let his eyes roam, looking over all that was available to see. Reading between the lines of what most would really think it all meant. Of course as she went for the glasses he watched. Noting the volumes of liquor in the home. The extra locks to the door. The way she immediately knew what she wanted and what she was doing as she poured her glass. A common event. It didn’t really surprise him. Eventually he took a seat, a chair nearest to the door and yet ensuring that his back wasn’t to it or any other means of entry into the condo.
“Can tell, good thing I’m not picky.” Not when it came to liquor. He reached out, grabbing up the glass and smelling the contents without yet taking a sip. “It’s fine.” No complaints, just the typical reaction of waiting a bit for her to drink her own before he drank his. He didn’t speak for a time, sitting their rolling the glass between his hands in that need to keep movement going. “So straight to it then…” he remarked with a ghost of a less then friendly smirk upon his lips. “What happened to you?” after they were taken, after he failed to keep them safe. What joys had her life held.