"Rip says you're going with him, Mick, Ray, and Amaya to try to meet up with 'the Legion.' " She finds herself incapable of saying the ridiculous name without air quotes.
"Yep." He's sitting on the bed in his room. Someone's brought him a desk of cards, and he'd picked up a game of solitaire as she came in. Now, he's just idly shuffling them.
She should have done that, she thinks with a pang, then tries to quash the feeling. "Why?"
He raises his eyebrows and his mouth moves in something that's not, quite, a smile. "Maybe I decided to try to be a hero."
In all the time she's known him, even when he was blatantly acting the hero, he has rigorously denied it. "Why?"
He lifts his eyes to hers.
"You know why."
The blue gaze is too direct. The feelings it evokes, too raw. She can't…
She can't trust him again. She can't care and then lose him again, not to death, not to betrayal.
She flees.
And she curses herself for a coward as she does so.
