[ She smiles, as he gives her a squeeze around her middle, at the comment about Biscuit finding better company. Ever since their ill-fated first meeting, Tomassen has always stayed far from her iguana, citing that the lizard gave him the creeps. Biscuit, on the other hand, seems to delight in making him jump. Maybe it's a bit like cats–they always knew who was allergic, somehow, and would inevitably spend more time around that person.
He goes on, then, to say it was mostly worrying. And that it had been illogical worry, but worry all the same. Sofia hums at this, letting him get his thoughts out without interruption. The hand on his chest slides up towards his shoulder and then partway down his arm before taking the path in reverse; touching to give him some comfort while they lay here entwined. ]
I know. [ He's always been protective over her, even when she'd felt it a bit silly. Still, there is a warmth in her belly over it, over how he makes her feel completely safe. ] You do know I'll be very upset if anything happened to you.
[ Her days of running with the...well, not the wrong crowd, necessarily, but a rougher group, are long over. She hasn't forgotten the lessons, though. Nor was she ignorant of the things Kaz had told her that he'd learned when he'd been on the streets–the casual brutality, the way pain was a language and a promise. She'd been very serious about finding whoever had shot Tom and inflicting the hurt tenfold. Making sure he healed properly and raising Kaz had taken priority, of course.
If someone actually managed to be successful, this time? She can't promise the same amount of restraint. ]
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He goes on, then, to say it was mostly worrying. And that it had been illogical worry, but worry all the same. Sofia hums at this, letting him get his thoughts out without interruption. The hand on his chest slides up towards his shoulder and then partway down his arm before taking the path in reverse; touching to give him some comfort while they lay here entwined. ]
I know. [ He's always been protective over her, even when she'd felt it a bit silly. Still, there is a warmth in her belly over it, over how he makes her feel completely safe. ] You do know I'll be very upset if anything happened to you.
[ Her days of running with the...well, not the wrong crowd, necessarily, but a rougher group, are long over. She hasn't forgotten the lessons, though. Nor was she ignorant of the things Kaz had told her that he'd learned when he'd been on the streets–the casual brutality, the way pain was a language and a promise. She'd been very serious about finding whoever had shot Tom and inflicting the hurt tenfold. Making sure he healed properly and raising Kaz had taken priority, of course.
If someone actually managed to be successful, this time? She can't promise the same amount of restraint. ]