LOCKE
She really shouldn't. She should be pissed but she's not and he's really not sure what to think. Some part of him wants to press, to fight with her again, to keep that barrier up. But it feels futile. They just do this over and over. Fight, make up, fight, make up. It's got to stop somewhere and he's not sure he can keep denying himself what he really wants.
"You really shouldn't." Despite what he says, he leans into her touch, his own hands sliding around her waist. He holds her lightly, afraid if he's too much she might run. Her fingers tangle into his curls and maybe he needs a haircut but also he kind of likes it. His eyes widen a bit as she tells him about Frey and Edmund. "Really? I've heard of that but.."
He's happy they're safe, happy they're healthy, but he feels like he's missed so much. Locke tries not to let his disappointment show, pushing it down because he doesn't deserve to feel it. "I'm glad you're both okay. Of course he's smart, he's your kid, isn't he?" He's not sure how he feels about Edmund taking after him in any way.
"You really shouldn't." Despite what he says, he leans into her touch, his own hands sliding around her waist. He holds her lightly, afraid if he's too much she might run. Her fingers tangle into his curls and maybe he needs a haircut but also he kind of likes it. His eyes widen a bit as she tells him about Frey and Edmund. "Really? I've heard of that but.."
He's happy they're safe, happy they're healthy, but he feels like he's missed so much. Locke tries not to let his disappointment show, pushing it down because he doesn't deserve to feel it. "I'm glad you're both okay. Of course he's smart, he's your kid, isn't he?" He's not sure how he feels about Edmund taking after him in any way.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
