i don't mind compassion
This is fucked up but he's doing this for her safety right? No. He should just leave. The way she looks over her shoulder gives him pause. The last thing he wants is to upset her but he has a feeling he's done that already. His fingers curl into a fist and he's sweating. Why the fuck is he doing this again? Why can't he just call out her name. Surely she'd recognize his voice..
She picks up her pace and he hesitates, unsure if he should keep following. And then she turns down an alley and his curiosity gets the better of him. Except, when he turns the corner, there's no one there. His eyes dart between the walls, not seeing any doors. Did he just.. imagine it? No, he saw her turn down here. Locke stands at the end of the alleyway for a moment before making his way down it.
He's just passed the crates when he feels the dagger press up against him.
"Maeve?"
Gods he hopes it's her..
She picks up her pace and he hesitates, unsure if he should keep following. And then she turns down an alley and his curiosity gets the better of him. Except, when he turns the corner, there's no one there. His eyes dart between the walls, not seeing any doors. Did he just.. imagine it? No, he saw her turn down here. Locke stands at the end of the alleyway for a moment before making his way down it.
He's just passed the crates when he feels the dagger press up against him.
"Maeve?"
Gods he hopes it's her..
just not on my dime
LOCKE
