[He ran here because he panicked. He thought this was it, for sure — leave it to honesty to be the thing that brings everything to a crashing halt. In the minute or two it took Saul spot the numbers 202, he'd convinced himself that he'd walk inside and she'd tell him to get out and that would be the end. He doesn't know why. It just made sense.
It still does, a little.
He rests his cheek against her hair, breathing softly.
There's an apology waiting right behind his lips, but he won't allow it out because it's not a real apology, anyway; it's just something to say to make her feel better.
Not that he thinks it would work.
Anyway, the truth is that he's not sorry for being honest.
But the sinking feeling in his gut tells him he might be, someday.
It should be fine, though, as long as he never tells her how much it hurts him, too, when she shows up covered in bruises, or how she drags his heart with her every time she drops from a window or a roof, or how he wants to go back in time and wring the neck of every son of a bitch who ever hurt her whenever she makes a joke about her past, or how he still doesn't understand how she can keep doing these things when she has someone who loves her.
As long as he keeps all that to himself, things should be fine.]
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It still does, a little.
He rests his cheek against her hair, breathing softly.
There's an apology waiting right behind his lips, but he won't allow it out because it's not a real apology, anyway; it's just something to say to make her feel better.
Not that he thinks it would work.
Anyway, the truth is that he's not sorry for being honest.
But the sinking feeling in his gut tells him he might be, someday.
It should be fine, though, as long as he never tells her how much it hurts him, too, when she shows up covered in bruises, or how she drags his heart with her every time she drops from a window or a roof, or how he wants to go back in time and wring the neck of every son of a bitch who ever hurt her whenever she makes a joke about her past, or how he still doesn't understand how she can keep doing these things when she has someone who loves her.
As long as he keeps all that to himself, things should be fine.]