Again. Shouldn't be enough to make him betray his own protocols, experiences, directives. But he'd told her I love you, too. And also meant it.
His fingers curled a bit, crushing the jacket material, for want of touching hers. He didn't try. He just pulled it back on—acutely aware of the transponder at his breast, with its mark of insignia (lying) visible, and its lullaby (suicide) pill not so.
Still, he kept his eyes on her. The one protocol he wouldn't let up, no matter how increasingly painful. But maybe that was part of it, too. It was a pain he'd earned, from the precise manner of lying he'd done to her.
"What exactly do you know?" he asked softly. Again, stupid, stupid; what reason could she have to tell him, in light of all the reasons not to?
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Again. Shouldn't be enough to make him betray his own protocols, experiences, directives. But he'd told her I love you, too. And also meant it.
His fingers curled a bit, crushing the jacket material, for want of touching hers. He didn't try. He just pulled it back on—acutely aware of the transponder at his breast, with its mark of insignia (lying) visible, and its lullaby (suicide) pill not so.
Still, he kept his eyes on her. The one protocol he wouldn't let up, no matter how increasingly painful. But maybe that was part of it, too. It was a pain he'd earned, from the precise manner of lying he'd done to her.
"What exactly do you know?" he asked softly. Again, stupid, stupid; what reason could she have to tell him, in light of all the reasons not to?