How? she wants to ask him, demand, how do you know? when he hasn't known her even that long when she's still scared she will, that she'll screw up, even though she doesn't want to.
Instead, she lays her hand on her thigh, palm up and fingers out, like she wants to take his hand but she can't. "I used to leave. It was all did. Leave. Run. I was all about me, and ties are dangerous. But they convinced me, Will and Magnus and Henry and Biggie. They made it worth the risk." She glances at him, trying to read what's behind that tightness in his voice, the pause, that don't have to do with her. Trying to understand if he's going to get, "It's home. They are. And I fought too hard for that just to let it go for some guy," or it's going to hurt him somehow. To be fair, it does sound like Magnus sent her down there to be the Sanctuary liaison, but it still feels wrong, and...
Quietly, "I was going to do that...for as long as they would let me. As long as I survived it." A few more years, at best. What they'd seen on the screen wasn't that uncommon. "I don't want to leave them." Her voice catches, snags on a rising edge of something like panic, but she tries to swallow it down. "I just don't."
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Date: 2012-03-23 08:37 am (UTC)Instead, she lays her hand on her thigh, palm up and fingers out, like she wants to take his hand but she can't. "I used to leave. It was all did. Leave. Run. I was all about me, and ties are dangerous. But they convinced me, Will and Magnus and Henry and Biggie. They made it worth the risk." She glances at him, trying to read what's behind that tightness in his voice, the pause, that don't have to do with her. Trying to understand if he's going to get, "It's home. They are. And I fought too hard for that just to let it go for some guy," or it's going to hurt him somehow. To be fair, it does sound like Magnus sent her down there to be the Sanctuary liaison, but it still feels wrong, and...
Quietly, "I was going to do that...for as long as they would let me. As long as I survived it." A few more years, at best. What they'd seen on the screen wasn't that uncommon. "I don't want to leave them." Her voice catches, snags on a rising edge of something like panic, but she tries to swallow it down. "I just don't."