I freeze at his question, genuine uncertainty in my eyes before I can do anything to hide it. Somehow, even now, after all these months, he does this to me. No matter how much acting we did on camera, I can't lie to him so easily. At least, with this, I wouldn't want to. I just wish I didn't have to seem so thrown.
"I don't know," I tell him after a long moment, not looking away despite being tempted, wanting him to know I mean it. "Well... We got out. I don't think this is either. But I'm not sure."
I don't trust it. Why should I? Now that he's here, I don't think he should, either.
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Date: 2013-01-19 06:28 am (UTC)"I don't know," I tell him after a long moment, not looking away despite being tempted, wanting him to know I mean it. "Well... We got out. I don't think this is either. But I'm not sure."
I don't trust it. Why should I? Now that he's here, I don't think he should, either.