He wasn't sure if he believed it. ( He wasn't sure if he believed anything anymore-- but that was not important, that was a feeling he buried deep down into his chest in a place he never looked.) This environment was one that bred paranoia like carrion bred flies, and so regardless of whether it was true or not, one thing was certain.
He could not trust this woman. He would not trust this women.
But he already knew that.
"Do I worry you?"
The question slips out easily, half out of concern, half out of ego. He folds his fingers over the ticket. He can still feel her touch.
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He wasn't sure if he believed it. ( He wasn't sure if he believed anything anymore-- but that was not important, that was a feeling he buried deep down into his chest in a place he never looked.) This environment was one that bred paranoia like carrion bred flies, and so regardless of whether it was true or not, one thing was certain.
He could not trust this woman. He would not trust this women.
But he already knew that.
"Do I worry you?"
The question slips out easily, half out of concern, half out of ego. He folds his fingers over the ticket. He can still feel her touch.