"Just make sure you're not a peeping Tom." He can't help but smile at that as he stands, offering her his arm because when the sun sets on the day and all is said and done, he really is very much a gentleman and no one can dispute it. A gentleman with a savior complex, maybe, but he doesn't mind that so much.
It's a lot better than the alternative.
"And yes, Faye, I trust you not to try anything. I trust you about as far as I can throw you... and that's the way it's supposed to be with you and me." But he's still grinning like a fool. "I'm teasing you. I told you: you're my best friend. Of course I trust you."
He trusts her with his secrets; he'd trust her with his life. That's the agreement they made last time, anyway, about trying to leave together. Right now he can't say he's disappointed she's not seeing the door. While he's curious about what happens next, he's not in a hurry to get there.
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It's a lot better than the alternative.
"And yes, Faye, I trust you not to try anything. I trust you about as far as I can throw you... and that's the way it's supposed to be with you and me." But he's still grinning like a fool. "I'm teasing you. I told you: you're my best friend. Of course I trust you."
He trusts her with his secrets; he'd trust her with his life. That's the agreement they made last time, anyway, about trying to leave together. Right now he can't say he's disappointed she's not seeing the door. While he's curious about what happens next, he's not in a hurry to get there.
Not today.
Maybe never.