Re: Bailey & Saylor | Day Two - Afternoon
"You're right, I don't," he agreed, his voice still calm. Devastatingly, admiringly, calm. Saylor might have been innocent and youthful, the one his siblings always felt they had to protect, but that didn't mean he was immature or child like. In fact, he was often the peace maker when things got out of hand between his brother and sister. The voice of reason. "I'd like to understand, but I don't right now. And that's okay. It doesn't mean I can't help you," he went on, trying to smile gently at her even as her hands seemed to shake as much as she was.
The tears hurt his heart as he looked at her, and he knew Bailey was hurting. He knew she was overwhelmed and terrified and clearly dealing with a trauma he knew nothing about. Instead of scaring Saylor, it only made him want to hold her more. He wanted to be close to her, to comfort her, and make each tear go away if he could. And if he couldn't, he'd hold her while she cried. The gentle kiss to her cheek seemed to say all that, though he should have expected Bailey wasn't going to take his suggestion right away. Her shaking head was proof of that.
"Maybe, but I am fairly confident it will be alright," he said softly. "Just try and aim somewhere safe." He attempted another smile, though it was sad. "I won't end up like Markus. I won't leave you Bailey." He didn't know who Markus was, but it didn't matter. Saylor's words wouldn't change even if he knew the whole story.
"I think you just point and pull the trigger," he said, hoping his light tone was helpful in getting her through this. He wasn't making a joke out of this. He knew it was awful to ask Bailey to do this, but he was selfish. He didn't want anything to happen to her. "You can do this," he added with a sweet smile. "I trust you."