"You asked me why I stayed with you," she continued, gesturing to the water and painkillers on his nightstand, "and I explained to you. You told me to make sure I stayed.." she hesitated, "and to not let you push me away."
He frowned, looking down at his hands, squinting a little. “He’s a saboteur,” he said finally, looking up at her with a little sad smile on his face. “Fleur, I’m sure you already know this, but... I think this should be the last time we see each other.”
She looked back at him, feeling rather vulnerable. "I'm not happy without you, Ferris. I hate feeling like I'm begging, but God.. I don't want to be without you."
“There’s no reason someone like you should be begging someone like me for anything,” he said quietly. “There’s no universe in which that makes sense.”
"I feel safe with you, Ferris," she explained, clutching the bedsheets nervously. "I just.. The danger would have caught up to me even if I didn't meet you. It would have been bad.. They could have easily found Alyona.. But with you I feel safe.. You know what you're doing and you help me. You've helped me and my grandmother survive, Ferris." She shuddered. "I'm not happy without you."
“I don’t help, Fleur,” he said tiredly, leading back against the headboard. “I just make things so much more complicated. You deserve a guy who gets the job the first try and does amazing. Not the one who starts a mob and then lies to you about it.”
"You are only knocking yourself down, Ferris.. I love you. I love only you. I don't know how else to say this, but I'm only happy with you. I think you're amazing, Ferris. I really do."
He laughed a little, running his fingers through his hair. “How would you know that you’re only happy with me?”
"I've turned down people before," she said quietly. "And when I think about all I can do is think about how much better I like you."
She folded her hands carefully. "That's fine, I just.. I want to know about stuff. I want to know what you're doing, or at least know if you're safe."
He considered this before nodding. "Fine, but if I tell you, and it's scary and you don't like it, you're not allowed to intervene. Deal?"
She considered this, tapping her chin. "Deal.. But if you come home and you're hurt then I'm allowed to help. Does that work?"
She relaxed when he laughed, a slow smile crossing her face. "I think the terms will be helpful to both of us."
