'Said I'd stay for now, didn' I? But past...well, this...I don' know what I'm staying for.'
This being this bloody nightmare they find themselves drowning in. And he wouldn't leave her to face it on her own, even if they weren't...what he thought they were, that last night before Keats ruined everything.
He leans forward suddenly, resting forearms on the table and searching her face. He's always had trouble understanding her.
'You know I have t'go back sometime. And no, you're not my DI anymore. But I'm not-' he's struggling a bit too, though he's doing a pretty good job of hiding it, '-I'm not a DCI, Alex. It's pretty obvious it's not up t'me to decide anything.'
He's a twenty-two year old kid, who built a sandpit for others to play in. Keats was right. What right does he have, seriously, to state what he wants from her?
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This being this bloody nightmare they find themselves drowning in. And he wouldn't leave her to face it on her own, even if they weren't...what he thought they were, that last night before Keats ruined everything.
He leans forward suddenly, resting forearms on the table and searching her face. He's always had trouble understanding her.
'You know I have t'go back sometime. And no, you're not my DI anymore. But I'm not-' he's struggling a bit too, though he's doing a pretty good job of hiding it, '-I'm not a DCI, Alex. It's pretty obvious it's not up t'me to decide anything.'
He's a twenty-two year old kid, who built a sandpit for others to play in. Keats was right. What right does he have, seriously, to state what he wants from her?