Locke
im all for compassion
"Well it's the only thing they gave me." There is just a little hint of malice behind his words. Honestly, he hates them. He's pretty sure they wouldn't recognize him and he's fine by that. Sounds like she had a rough home life too. Of course she did. Girls with good families don't end up in brothels. He won't press though, as long as she doesn't. He holds her gaze for a moment before looking back at his cards, trying not to thing about how vulnerable he feels suddenly.
"Madam huh? I suppose I could see it." Is that all she really wants out of life though? To be in a brothel? It seems like it. Then again, he's pretty sure he'll just be a crook for the rest of his. He can't really judge her. Her next question, however, catches Locke massively off-guard. The man kind of stutters, running a hand through his hair as he looks at his cards. He swaps a few out, looking at his hand instead of her.
"To feel.. safe. I guess." To settle down, have a family, be loved. They're out of his reach and even if they weren't.. He's. Well. It's fine. He doesn't speak for a moment, arranging and rearranging his cards as he thinks. "What about you? A cop out but he doesn't care.
but not on my dime
