[It felt strange to have his fingers wrapped around her wrist, like it wouldn't take much effort at all for him to squeeze and snap. It was the sort of strength that didn't hold too tightly, though, didn't threaten - it was simply there.
It gave her something to focus on as they moved farther into the penthouse, closer to those windows that showed the spread of the city below. Between the view and him, she had a hard time focusing on the rooms around her, but his question made her try to look.] It's too much. [She finally managed. Almost too quiet to hear, but she knew that he already knew how she felt. And she figured that he probably also knew that she wouldn't run now that she was there.]