Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
Re: In-person: Luke/Wren
[Touch, when it came from her, always soothed him. It was the one way to calm him down when nothing else could, and he kissed her fingers again; he couldn't help it.] I don't know. God, how pathetic is that? I don't even know all that much about the organization I work for. [He pulled a face. But maybe she was onto something, maybe he could ask and find somewhere he actually fit. Somewhere he felt like he was doing something, and maybe that was wrapped up in guilt, in the desire to atone for his sins even though he didn't think he could, but he didn't stop to dwell on it.] Maybe. [He gave her a long, long look, and smiled.] Okay. I'll tell them. See if they have something that's more me.
[It was his turn to touch her when she bit her lip, wiping away droplets of red with his thumb.] It's not exhausting so much as it's going to give me an early heart attack. [His smile said he was teasing, or trying to, and he shook his head.] I don't care about other wives or other husbands. I care about you, about us. [His smile grew a little when she said she'd think of something she liked besides him, and he nudged her playfully with one knee.] Okay. Just promise you won't like whatever it is more than me, or else I'll have to pull out the puppy dog eyes.
[Her agreement made him brighten, briefly, until her voice dropped to a whisper and she asked if he was really mad. He started to respond, but her fingers over his mouth halted the words before they could be spoken. He gently tugged them away, fingers on her wrist, and he didn't say anything. He kissed her instead, warm and fond and a muffled whimper, and then he pulled back, just a little, even though he'd really rather keep kissing her.] I'm mad that you felt you had to do it to prove a point. I'm mad that you put yourself in danger. But I'm not mad at you. It wasn't like they were good people.