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He shied away from her hand. "Do you have any more questions?"
"Okay.. Sweet?"
He went to the sink, washing the pan. "I don't like talking about it," he said, his voice stiff. A deep sigh escaped him. "My parents were...
"Compromise how?"
He frowned at her. "Do I really have to tell you everything?"
She raised an eyebrow at him, but looked around. "I'm not picky. Just choose somewhere."
"Because they're directly involved in my past," he told her, folding his arms. "They were bad."
"Yes, eating sounds good. What do you like?"
"Well," he said slowly, "it's important. It's important we don't go back to how it was before."
She sighed. "Let's just keep looking."
He looked up at her, seeming a bit confused. "Why what?"
She groaned. "Why would I?"
He hesitated, glancing over at her. "Probably keep picking my way up the hierarchy."
"I said I didn't! I have no reason to!"
"Afterwards?" he asked. "Well.. I'm not sure. It depends on the reaction."
She squinted. "But I'm not?"
"They'll be distracted with the uproar of people and I'll have a better chance of taking them down."
She tilted her head at him. "Why would I want you in handcuffs?"
"I'm just hoping that things will become easier for me," he said. "I don't know."
"If I were an undercover cop I would have already arrested you!"
