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Grant Ward is not a true believer (notanazi) wrote in wariscoming,

"Pretty sure I'd like you anyway." he replied with a shrug. The mystery was far from what had originally drawn him to her. In fact he'd fought and fought not to feel the way he did about her. But some things just seemed fated. In spite of everything he'd done and everything she believed so strongly in, here she was, with him, believeing in him, trusting him. It meant the world to him.

But for now there was the damn show, two weeks to go and they still hadn't a damn clue of any of it bar the simple fact that he had a plan for her, that he wanted to keep his promise, help her find her father. At least one of them should have a family that cared.

He grabbed two beers quickly handing her one and moved to sit on the couch.

"I'm admitting nothing about liking it, which isn't a lie, its...a not lie. I think you traumatised Glen. He keeps glaring at the lights."

Upon hearing his name the little puppy bounded across the room and came to a skidding halt glancing up at Ward who gave in and fussed it for a few seconds before looking with a practiced eye around the room before deeming it okay to discuss what he wanted to ask her. "Hey...If things go...if I ask you, would you keep Glen, for a while." he'd never say why, couldn't. But Skye knew enough of his history to know why he'd ask something like that. "There's no one I trust more than you to do it."