“A cop. In an accident. Drunk driving.” At least those were the details that Edan remembered with her own fears tugging at her. And the part about Brady being suicidal, but even in her fear laced mind she kept that to herself. That wasn’t what Brady wanted the world to know, even if she knew that him talking about it would help.
"Not even close to the same thing." Evan said, shaking his head. "That's something where someone died. It's hardly murder." He completely negated that being in the same neighborhood as what he'd done. Or that Matt guy. Thunder clapped again, and the wind kicked up, blowing the door open with a hard thud.
“That’s what I told him,” Edan started but the door blowing open made her jump out of her skin and without thinking about it, she’d closed the last of the space between them, head close to his chest. Maybe not the smartest move, but he was there, and he was safe than standing alone. The worst part was, the storm wasn’t going away, it was just getting worse.
She had her hand gripping his shirt again. And she very nearly had her face buried in his chest. He could smell her shampoo again. His problem was it wasn't like he hadn't noticed that it felt good, having a girl right there, clinging. It was why he didn't push her away, even if there was a rather large part of his mind that was saying he should. It did keep him from saying anything, as he glanced up, the lights dying again.