*with such utter conviction it's almost scoffing* He'd've had to get through my dad first. *...does file it away for later, though*
I don't get how he could've done those things
*presses a kiss to your forehead, inhaling your warmth and soft girl-scents (all the things that make his pulse trip-hammer)* *honestly* I don't know, either. I don't get why a lot of stuff happens the way it does. *shifts his arm around you a little, maybe protectively, maybe just because he can't bear to think of letting you go* You've got me, too, you know. I won't ever hurt you.