He's mostly sure those last words are true. About her keeping her own feet. Because she almost always does, or has. No matter what's been thrown at her in the line of duty, or fun, no matter what been asked of her. Even when he's thinking not about Koko Head but the possibility of throwing other landmines in her way.
If he has to. He might not have to. There have been distractions, cases, things that came up. Yeah, okay, that's slim possibilities, but it's in the count. He couldn't wish anything worse on Max or Chin or Kono or Malia or the HPD. A break is in everyone's favor, and it amazing things haven't gotten any worse in the last fifteen hours. Time to catch their collective breath, see to the wounds, shoring up new walls.
"Lori." The turn is easier though, even if the word catches a in his chest before he pushes it out.
It's like naming a ghost and walking on a grave. Even if she alive, she's gone. Too. Twining into it those last words, my feelings for you, with a twist of guilty-laden proprietary-ownership he still has no idea what to do with but set on the whole situation as a fact. One he hadn't been surprised in the slightest of when it was given words, either.
Not the way the whole world have dissolved into pins and needles and his skin trying to tighten until it would tear free from his muscles when Danny said being around you is like, it's like torture and stumbled straight into I should not, should really, really not, be feeling the way I am, but I am. Neither of which he could have predicted in the time before a bomb went off at his feet.
No those moments were nothing alike. And today, if today happened, wouldn't really be like that either.
Besides. It wasn't that this sort of situation hadn't ever come up between them before, right? It was just different. Everything was. From leaving with her after those words, Lori leaving.
Which wasn't the point. It wasn't, so he grabbed words like they were in bag and threw them.
"She was looking for a challenge, so I brought her out here a few weeks before her reassignment."
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If he has to. He might not have to. There have been distractions, cases, things that came up. Yeah, okay, that's slim possibilities, but it's in the count. He couldn't wish anything worse on Max or Chin or Kono or Malia or the HPD. A break is in everyone's favor, and it amazing things haven't gotten any worse in the last fifteen hours. Time to catch their collective breath, see to the wounds, shoring up new walls.
"Lori." The turn is easier though, even if the word catches a in his chest before he pushes it out.
It's like naming a ghost and walking on a grave. Even if she alive, she's gone. Too. Twining into it those last words, my feelings for you, with a twist of guilty-laden proprietary-ownership he still has no idea what to do with but set on the whole situation as a fact. One he hadn't been surprised in the slightest of when it was given words, either.
Not the way the whole world have dissolved into pins and needles and his skin trying to tighten until it would tear free from his muscles when Danny said being around you is like, it's like torture and stumbled straight into I should not, should really, really not, be feeling the way I am, but I am. Neither of which he could have predicted in the time before a bomb went off at his feet.
No those moments were nothing alike. And today, if today happened, wouldn't really be like that either.
Besides. It wasn't that this sort of situation hadn't ever come up between them before, right?
It was just different. Everything was. From leaving with her after those words, Lori leaving.
Which wasn't the point. It wasn't, so he grabbed words like they were in bag and threw them.
"She was looking for a challenge, so I brought her out here a few weeks before her reassignment."