Fine if that's what Miles wanted, that's what he'd get. "We're leaving Connor." What a good boy he didn't even question it. "Go pack anything of ours and anything we can possibly use." Connor ran in the opposite direction. Bass knew they'd need men and he knew where to start.
Even from a distance he could feel the worry boiling in his stomach, what if she said no? "Hey."
"Hey." She said turning to look at him.
"So we're taking off. Miles doesn't want me here, we have different goals. I just can't stay." He looked to the ground in shame.
"Yeah, I figured." His eyes shot up. "This isn't your scene. You don't have the patience to wait out a peaceful surrender." He chuckled.
"How right you are." He paused. "So, umm...are you coming?"
"what?" Charlie hadn't been expecting this.
"I've been thinking about the future and everything. And now that Miles has ducked out I need someone's to have my back, someone who I can trust." When she didn't respond he continued. "I know it's an awful lot to ask, leaving your mom and uncle. It's probably too much. I just thought...why not?"
"I don't know Bass, I mean...I don't think I..."
"Charlotte, please. I can't do this without you...I need you."
Her eyes met his. "I'll do it. I'll come." He smiled.
"Are you sure? You have to be sure, you may never see them again."
She glanced at the house lit a few paces away. "I'm sure, Bass. I'd follow you anywhere." At that she grabbed his pack and ran from him playfully.
He sighed with relief and then sprinted after her.