Oliver Pike (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notafishie) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
He didn't answer her until after he'd finished with the jacket. "How do I know?" He reached up with his free hand, tapping his chest right above his heart. "This wouldn't be beating right now if it weren't for you." True on multiple levels! "It's telling me that while I don't know your favorite movie, or your favorite color, I do know you, maybe better than either of us realize. And it's telling me that you're not going to let me down." Then he tapped his head lightly. "This is telling me that you've been good. You've taken precautions to keep from hurting people, you've held back at the gym, you've made sure the good guys got what they needed to help someone else, you've gone out of your way to make me feel better even beyond what was absolutely necessary to keep me alive... Maybe you didn't realize it, but guess what? You've been doing good." Not to mention what she'd tried to do last night. But now probably wasn't the time to bring that up. It was still too raw for her to see that she'd done a good thing, there.
He couldn't keep the proud smile from his face as he talked about her accomplishments. She really had made so much progress, even if she couldn't see it, and he was so proud of her for that. "God, Faith, I am so proud of you, of how far you've already come. Maybe you don't see it yet, but I do and I gotta tell you, what I'm looking at is amazing." He'd said something similar back at the bus station, and so far, all she'd done was prove him right, rather than let him down.