"That's not what I meant," she began, and then shook her head. "Jesus, John, I don't know what I mean. Obviously I don't know what you've gone and gotten yourself into. I just..." She wished she had another cigarette, just to occupy her hands; she was watching them needlessly now. "D'you have any idea how frustrating you are? You say you're dangerous, but if I say it, you get all bent out of shape. You say it's all bad shite, but if I don't want to know, I'm just makin' things harder on you. And I stupidly thought I could separate you from the rest of it, once, but obviously..." But she stopped there, because that seemed something neither of them wanted to hear.
"What am I supposed to do?" she asked quietly. "I don't want to have to sit in the corner like a wee lass and let you protect me from whatever it is that's out there, John, no more than you want to have to try. But I don't know what else there is for it, if I stay."
She felt oddly exposed, speaking the pent up words, just as she has back in Belfast; as though some pair of eyes unseen was watching her, but she could not fathom the intent behind them.
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Date: 2007-10-03 07:17 am (UTC)"What am I supposed to do?" she asked quietly. "I don't want to have to sit in the corner like a wee lass and let you protect me from whatever it is that's out there, John, no more than you want to have to try. But I don't know what else there is for it, if I stay."
She felt oddly exposed, speaking the pent up words, just as she has back in Belfast; as though some pair of eyes unseen was watching her, but she could not fathom the intent behind them.