[Which means he was right. He is not as thrilled about being right at the moment as he usually is. His mouth twists into a tight frown as he nods, rests his hand at the small of her back even though they've made a little space between them.]
[It's not as though he's perfect. He's lied to people before, girls especially. But not . . . like this, in a situation that's life-and-death, a situation this dangerous. Not like this, with his epic love.]
Why do you think he lied?
[Wait, no, that's not the question he meant to ask. He shakes his head sharply, fixes her with an intent look.]
That's not - you don't have to answer that. What I meant was--
What is it that you're worried about? What do you think is going to happen?
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[Which means he was right. He is not as thrilled about being right at the moment as he usually is. His mouth twists into a tight frown as he nods, rests his hand at the small of her back even though they've made a little space between them.]
[It's not as though he's perfect. He's lied to people before, girls especially. But not . . . like this, in a situation that's life-and-death, a situation this dangerous. Not like this, with his epic love.]
Why do you think he lied?
[Wait, no, that's not the question he meant to ask. He shakes his head sharply, fixes her with an intent look.]
That's not - you don't have to answer that. What I meant was--
What is it that you're worried about? What do you think is going to happen?