They could argue about whose fault it was forever, she knew. He could say it was his and that wouldn’t put an end to the guilt she felt. But if things were going to go south, and she had every reason to believe that it would, she didn’t want to spend the time they had left arguing. They had had so little time as it was. (Funny when she thought that they knew each other for over a year. Funny or sad?)
“Leo…” Entwining her fingers with his and returning the hold with all the strength she could muster, she let out a breath that shuddered too much for her liking. He was right. If they found her, they would find Lock and she couldn’t let that happen. “I’m going to stay, just for a bit. Then I’m going to go find out everything I can about them and I’ll be back.”
“Alright,” he murmured, his hand twitching in hers. “‘Fore y'go, do ye 'ave food in here? M'starving n’ maybe it’ll…wake me up. M'so…tired.” He cracked open an eye. “'F we only have so little time 'least I should be awake for it. Then–then maybe I can help ye read up on these bastards."
