[Christ, no. He can't imagine it, a lifetime of drudgery interupted by brief moments of clarity, brief murder attempts, nothing solid or lasting or particularly real. He's here for one reason. After that, he has a job to return to.
Lifting his hand from her shoulder to card his fingers through her hair, he leans in to kiss her soundly.]
I know. [He doesn't say it often, himself. Too often, and they just become words.]
I'll come with you, a while. [Set up a life, properly, together. Then he'll come back. To Cassel, to Ellie, to murderers and innocents and every shade of grey there between.]
spam;
Lifting his hand from her shoulder to card his fingers through her hair, he leans in to kiss her soundly.]
I know. [He doesn't say it often, himself. Too often, and they just become words.]
I'll come with you, a while. [Set up a life, properly, together. Then he'll come back. To Cassel, to Ellie, to murderers and innocents and every shade of grey there between.]