Re: The Lieutenant/The Daughter
Yeah, he wasn't sure if families anywhere were great things. He had yet to meet anyone with a killer childhood. There seemed to be varying degrees of 'okay,' and there seemed to be varying degrees of 'this shit just sucks,' but that was the long and short of it. But there weren't any Disney childhoods among his friend group. Love that didn't come with family was slightly different. He'd had it. Man, he'd had it good, and he'd fucked it up. He'd done the insane whirlwind thing. All 'let's get the fuck out of this dead-end town,' but it hadn't worked. Money was a thing, and she liked nice stuff. Now there was a baby coming, and he was by no means ready for that.
This job was a good payday. Sure it was dangerous, but it was worth it. That was how he looked at stuff now. Worth the risk/not worth the risk. This was worth the risk. Even with this train stop and the escalated risk, it was worth it. But then there was this girl. She reminded him of something, and he was pretty sure he was fabricating that sensation in his head. Sometimes that happened though. Some weird sensation that made his skin tingle? This was like that, and then she tripped on something and the feeling was gone. He steadied her again. "Be careful," he repeated.
He stood still once the door closed. He got his bearings as he held onto her side. Back? Maybe it was her back. He felt her move and straighten, and he sensed her hair toss. That had to be sensation, because he couldn't see well enough to see her hair toss. "Baggage is in here. Stay there," he said, and he stepped away from her. His footfalls were heavy and thick as he moved away, deeper into the baggage car, but he did call back at her as he moved. "But you know that, because you were in here doing something that I suspect you don't want me to ask about."