[ His hands stopped playing with the wrapped set of utensils and sandwiched her offered hand between them. It was a comforting gesture but Diego wasn't sure if it was a sign of support or goodbye. As Rey continued to talk, it didn't sound like the latter. His hands were loose over hers if she wanted to slip hers out from between them.
Emotions ran high under the surface, the way they often did when he thought back to his childhood. Diego gave a silent nod in acknowledgement at Rey's conclusion. He was torn between believing she was only delaying the inevitable and that maybe they had a chance at working out. All his cards needed to be on the table for her to make an informed decision. ]
I'd like that. But there's something else that you should know about me...
[ Number Two unconsciously squeezed his hands together. His eyes dropped to look at her hand between his then looked up. ]
...I patrol the streets at night. I help people when cops don't. Or can't. It's the one thing I could do with what I was taught.
[ He wouldn't call himself a vigilante or a hero. There was no glamorizing what he did, not in his eyes. It was a responsibility. A duty. One that cost him his last realationship. ]
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Date: 2024-11-19 02:58 am (UTC)Emotions ran high under the surface, the way they often did when he thought back to his childhood. Diego gave a silent nod in acknowledgement at Rey's conclusion. He was torn between believing she was only delaying the inevitable and that maybe they had a chance at working out. All his cards needed to be on the table for her to make an informed decision. ]
I'd like that. But there's something else that you should know about me...
[ Number Two unconsciously squeezed his hands together. His eyes dropped to look at her hand between his then looked up. ]
...I patrol the streets at night. I help people when cops don't. Or can't. It's the one thing I could do with what I was taught.
[ He wouldn't call himself a vigilante or a hero. There was no glamorizing what he did, not in his eyes. It was a responsibility. A duty. One that cost him his last realationship. ]