It wasn’t a lot of information. It was too much information, thrown down at his feet like a verbal gauntlet. What was he supposed to respond to first? The idea that his girlfriend was likely to be killed in the next couple of years? The fact that she’d rather die than give up her calling a few years down the line and build a normal life, if not with him, then with someone like him? Or the realization that a redheaded vampire might be on the lookout for him, even as they spoke, just because he waved at Valerie in public?
He sat down on a low wall, his back to the city. The beer, he placed between his feet.
Brian rubbed his face. He snorted. “Trust me. The last thing you need to worry about is whether I can keep a secret. Withholding information is kind of a specialty.” He dropped his hands between his knees. His shoulders seemed to weigh a ton.
So what was he supposed to do? Leave because they probably wouldn’t last? That was every relationship he knew of. Give up because Valerie was destined to die? Nobody got out of things alive, anyway. The bad part, the thing Valerie was really getting at, was dread. A knot in his guts every night.
“Who needs convincing here, me or you?” he finally asked. The music downstairs had stopped, he didn’t know when, but it changed the atmosphere on the roof. Brian picked up the beer. He twisted the cap and took a sip.
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on 2013-11-01 02:15 am (UTC)He sat down on a low wall, his back to the city. The beer, he placed between his feet.
Brian rubbed his face. He snorted. “Trust me. The last thing you need to worry about is whether I can keep a secret. Withholding information is kind of a specialty.” He dropped his hands between his knees. His shoulders seemed to weigh a ton.
So what was he supposed to do? Leave because they probably wouldn’t last? That was every relationship he knew of. Give up because Valerie was destined to die? Nobody got out of things alive, anyway. The bad part, the thing Valerie was really getting at, was dread. A knot in his guts every night.
“Who needs convincing here, me or you?” he finally asked. The music downstairs had stopped, he didn’t know when, but it changed the atmosphere on the roof. Brian picked up the beer. He twisted the cap and took a sip.