“Yeah, I caught that.” It wasn’t like it was difficult to notice that fact about Rae’s cousin, and Silas had never exactly been on good terms with Luke to begin with. “Some things don’t change. We’ve got zombies wandering around, but families are still going to be families.” Fights and all. “I used to fight with mine all the time when I was a teen.” Not helpful for Rae’s situation, but it was the only input he had. Maybe with Luke it was a rebellion thing, or a childhood thing, he didn’t really know.
There wasn’t much he could do about that, except try not to treat her like a damsel himself. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he’d try. Or he’d try to not voice it. “It’s too bad you can’t control what other people think about you,” he stated, and he didn’t point out that on his part it wasn’t a lack of faith in her. He thought she probably knew that.
He pulled his eyebrows together, a little taken back by her admission. Not sure exactly what to do with what she’d just told him. “I guess I’m not used to having much effect on other peoples moods,” he admitted, his smile growing just a little despite the bafflement he still felt. It was small, but it was there. For someone who’d been most solitary with very few ties it was curveball to know that something he did directly affected Rae like that. It wasn’t unpleasant though.
He nodded. “Strange to think, but yeah, it’s like we’ll always need some kind of a reminder that we’re working things up from square one.” Some days, or some moments like the one he and Rae had just had, he felt like he was completely out of his depth; not a lot of his prior life experience applied to whatever he had with Rae. Relationship. That’s what he wanted to call it, and that’s what he usually thought of it in his head, but they were still doing the ‘take things slow’ thing, and that meant that he hesitated to label it.
Laughing at the silly gesture, Silas nodded again, agreeing with the things that Rae had said. “Now’s probably the time to admit that I can be a little possessive too, so…” That wasn’t labeling anything, so he was still safe right? He wasn’t breaking any of the expectations of taking things slow. He couldn’t help that he’d grown attached to Rae that somehow in his head he’d started to think of her as his. Caveman thinking that it was. “So I guess if that gets bad too, call me on it.”
There was no use trying to promise that it wouldn’t. As much as he’d try, there would probably (definitely) be at least a few times where it would flare up. The paranoia and the possessiveness. A bad combination, but it was what it was.
“You were going to dance, huh?” he raised an eyebrow, drawing out the question the question with a small smirk. “You could still do that.” He reached up to play with a couple strands of her hair. “Wouldn’t want you to change your plans.” And it wasn’t at all a way for him to weasel into the dance studio to watch. Nope, not at all.
The smirk slid into a full on grin again as he stepped away from Rae to retrieve the lighter he’d come to find in the first place. “Anyways, I was just planning to smoke all my irrational paranoia away in one of the towers, and I know you’re not up for that.” Maybe it was toeing a line, mentioning the habit he knew Rae didn’t love, but he was being honest. “Besides, watching you dance sounds like a hell of a time.” He shoved the lighter into his jacket pocket and hooked an arm around her waist, bending so his face was close to hers. “I like watching you move.”