She stood up and stretched, before looking down at him. She paused before leaning down and whispering in his ear. “I think you’re wonderful, you know.”
He would hear her come out of the bathroom a bit later and rush into her room, closing the door behind her. It took her a few minutes to emerge, her black hair damp with water and wearing a clean t-shirt and pants. She came back into his room, her hands on her hips.
She sat on the edge of the bed. "We gotta start thinking about our next step," she told him tentatively, folding her hands in her lap. "Hear me out for a moment. I want to go back in to the warehouse. Alone."
She hesitated before continuing. "Well... yes. But I think you might not have thought this through all the way. I want to do it, Abel. I can handle it."
A twinge of annoyance may have crossed her face and she crossed her arms. "I'm not going to get captured. They won't expect me to go back."
She sighed a little in frustration. "God, you're stubborn. Abel, we need to destroy that warehouse. It should be our next step. We can't do that without the explosives."
"Then I escape," she replied flatly. "I escaped last time. And, you know... If I don't, then that's a sacrifice we can make." She held up her hands, as if sensing his objection. "I know you like me. I know that. But like it or not, this is way more important. They're preparing something really big and really bad."
She rolled her eyes. "Then I get some before I go, Abel. We're going in circles here." She stopped before shaking her head. "You need to be willing to let me go. That thing you were talking about, the unexpected occurrences or whatever... you can't account for everything. Something is going to happen that you don't expect." Her gaze hardened and she looked down at him. "You need to be willing to let me go for the mission."
She hesitated before shaking her head. "That's not the point, Abel. The point is that this is your brainchild. This mission is more important."
