He let's his hand stop there, before meeting hers. It rests against the couch cushion, blunt nails catching on the fabric. It's not her job to offer him any comfort, she's not Vrenille or Chris or Vanessa who would take his hand in theirs, bolster him with that kindness. Not when, in truth, he should be trying to bolster her. That makes him take his hand back and try go push down the thoughts away, focus on her.
"Sometimes it has to be yes. And sometimes you can just knock someone out for half an hour and that'll do the trick," He agrees, "But sometimes you don't want them getting up again."
More often than not in his experience, because he knows he'll likely have to fight them a second time if he let's them get up. If he finishes the job they stay down and donr stab him, or anyone else, in the back.
"Vrenille told me. What you did, he was... I don't know if impressed is the right word. But you got the job done with what you had. You didn't mess around. That's... that's not always easy."
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"Sometimes it has to be yes. And sometimes you can just knock someone out for half an hour and that'll do the trick," He agrees, "But sometimes you don't want them getting up again."
More often than not in his experience, because he knows he'll likely have to fight them a second time if he let's them get up. If he finishes the job they stay down and donr stab him, or anyone else, in the back.
"Vrenille told me. What you did, he was... I don't know if impressed is the right word. But you got the job done with what you had. You didn't mess around. That's... that's not always easy."