Note From The Author—This is my first ever Tin Man fic and I'm slightly nervous so please, please don't filet me. : ) I hope you enjoy the short and drabbley musings of Wyatt Cain.
Disclaimer—I do not own the fabulous characters of Tin Man
Wyatt Cain knew the difference between right and wrong. In fact, he had a very strong sense of right and wrong that had driven him his entire life. He had known it was right to join the resistance as plainly as he knew that what Azkadelia was doing was wrong. He knew that it was right to fight for his family and he ultimately knew that killing Zero would be wrong, because killing him would just lower him and his son.
As much as it had aggravated him, Cain knew that helping DG on her quest was the right thing to do. He knew how wrong it would have been to leave her alone because he knew what would have happened to her and the others all alone on the Brick Route, if they had ever found it. But then there were a lot of things he knew about DG.
He knew that those big blue eyes of her could wound or heal easier than anyone else's. He knew that the combination of innocence and courage in one tiny little body was absolutely fascinating. He knew that there was something in her that had helped to heal his heart after eight years of pain and suffering, and he knew that in the days he'd spent with her he had come to think of her less as a kid from the other side and more as a strong woman with unwavering convictions and an incredibly capacity for love.
Above all he knew that everything he had begun to feel for that gorgeous courageous princess was completely wrong. He knew that the urge he had to hold her longer than was technically appropriate in one of those hugs of hers was wrong, he knew it was probably wrong to feel anything for a woman almost half his age, and he sure as hell knew how wrong it is to want to take that woman in his arms and kiss her breathless.
But he also knew that if he followed through on all those things that felt so wrong, it would feel so right.