He held her gaze because she seemed to be challenging him to not look away, but this, right now, he couldn’t manage, and turned his head slightly. He didn’t want her to say it, giving up the War Dogs - he didn’t want to hear it, as if not speaking it and not hearing it would make him safer from this stupid, stupid fucking thing he was about to do.
“I don’t know,” he said, because he really fucking didn’t. “Sometimes Kaden still slips up and calls me Ro.” He shook his head, and then kissed her again, this action so much easier than any other. And yet, when he stopped, he was still talking. “Some of the biggest things in my life happened to me while I was Tragos,” he said, running his hand across the tattoo on her skin. “I met you.”