[Rey let out a slow, controlled breath when she felt both of his hands come over hers. Her fingertips brushing against his, sliding along his digits until hers filled the spaces between his. She waited patiently for him to continue, sensing how much tension and anxiety he had underneath that calm façade.
Hopefully Mike would pick up on the serious conversation between the two of them and wouldn't intrude. If he did, Rey would be the first to ask for more time.
When Diego continued on, laying all of his cards on the table, Rey didn't pull back. She squeezed his hand in return, her eyes never leaving his. Her eyes softened as understanding and concern graced her features. He was a vigilante then? Someone who took justice into his own hands--Trying to make the world a better place without the red tape, her mind chimed in. He was putting himself in harm's way, and while he was more than capable of taking care of himself (his fighting match proved as much), it didn't mean the concern she had for him lessened.
After several seconds of silence, Rey was the first to break eye contact, looking down at their joined hands then back up at Diego.]
If you're looking to me to ask you to stop what you're doing, I won't. [Rey began, keeping her voice low and soft.] Your choices are your own, and I won't stand in the way of them. If you need to get patched up, I'm pretty handy with a first-aid kit. [Among other things, but she didn't need to tell him all of that. Not yet.]
I do think you can do more than acting as agent outside of law enforcement, but that's a decision you need to make. [Rey wasn't going to get upset and demand he change his habits. They were together but not officially a couple? Not boyfriend and girlfriend or partners. They were still trying to figure out what it was between them, and she had no right to dictate how his life should go.
She squeezed his hand again, bringing up her other hand to wrap around one of his.]
I just ask, if you get hurt, please don't hide it from me. If you need to make a phone call to pick you up from the hospital or anywhere, I'm here. [If he needed someone in his corner aside from his siblings, he had her.]
Not me...about to create a playlist for them
Hopefully Mike would pick up on the serious conversation between the two of them and wouldn't intrude. If he did, Rey would be the first to ask for more time.
When Diego continued on, laying all of his cards on the table, Rey didn't pull back. She squeezed his hand in return, her eyes never leaving his. Her eyes softened as understanding and concern graced her features. He was a vigilante then? Someone who took justice into his own hands--Trying to make the world a better place without the red tape, her mind chimed in. He was putting himself in harm's way, and while he was more than capable of taking care of himself (his fighting match proved as much), it didn't mean the concern she had for him lessened.
After several seconds of silence, Rey was the first to break eye contact, looking down at their joined hands then back up at Diego.]
If you're looking to me to ask you to stop what you're doing, I won't. [Rey began, keeping her voice low and soft.] Your choices are your own, and I won't stand in the way of them. If you need to get patched up, I'm pretty handy with a first-aid kit. [Among other things, but she didn't need to tell him all of that. Not yet.]
I do think you can do more than acting as agent outside of law enforcement, but that's a decision you need to make. [Rey wasn't going to get upset and demand he change his habits. They were together but not officially a couple? Not boyfriend and girlfriend or partners. They were still trying to figure out what it was between them, and she had no right to dictate how his life should go.
She squeezed his hand again, bringing up her other hand to wrap around one of his.]
I just ask, if you get hurt, please don't hide it from me. If you need to make a phone call to pick you up from the hospital or anywhere, I'm here. [If he needed someone in his corner aside from his siblings, he had her.]