Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 1:27:33 GMT -5
@atalanta said:
Pheebs stepped out of the bathroom, finishing tucking the edge of her towel into her hair to keep it away from her shoulders. She had woke with another start, another jolt of disorientation. White fluffy pillows, white fluffy comforter...and some sunlight streaming through the window. A soft bed. She remembered.
It wasn't home, not by a long shot. She hadn't even been able to speak with her family. Her interaction with Biron had been limited, somewhat to do with the feeling of awkwardness around him...but mostly because when she had asked about Allen, he mysteriously brushed the question off with an 'ask me again, sometime' that had her almost immediately withdrawing into herself. She was feeling better and worse today, and would ask again. In fact, it would be the first thing she said to him. But she needed some kind of reassurance, some kind of..._something_. She needed comfort and interaction with someone that wouldn't give her backhanded requests to 'please try again later', she needed someone she could trust, and she'd been wavering for the last day. She'd trusted him to get her out of there. That was pretty much life or death for her. She chose to trust. So now that they weren't in that situation, could she still trust him? Was he really trustworthy?
She drew in a breath and emerged fully with another step, immediately looking around.
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron was standing there, in front of the TV, in his boxers.On the TV was another nearly naked person, doing yoga. Biron was shifting into this pose- bringing a leg up and sticking hand hand behind his head. He would let out a light groan and speak through strained cords.
"Hey....shower good?"
@atalanta said:
Phoebe stopped, staring at the TV. Nearly naked person, what was he--oh. Oh. Yoga? Wait he was doing yoga in a full leg cast? There was more staring at Biron's back, very incredulous staring. Of course, that he'd been around in a leg cast and apparently able to function like normal was more astounding today than it had been yesterday, with her brain mostly fuzzy from the hard sleep and the events of the previous day."Uhm. Hi. Yes..? You're doing yoga? In a full leg cast? Are you crazy..?"
Well. So much for the resolution of first asking about her brother.
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron would grin."Absolutely. Helps with healing. Don't hate, congratulate! Come join me, it will help your body and mind heal a bit."
@atalanta said:
Bee's fingers twitched a little. She frowned...but would slowly slip forward.She could do this. She could. But first, the thing she should have blurted at the beginning: "I'm asking again: how is Allen?"
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron paused, then sighed. Using the stuck out leg that was wrapped in a cast, he would click the button on the TV. He would stand and roll a shoulder, turning to look at her."How are you feeling?"
@atalanta said:
A hand lifted towards the TV--hey--but--she didn't say the yoga was a no-go? A knot of dread balled up into her stomach and she looked up at him. Clearly, her mind was getting away on her. It was serious. He didn't tell her before so it must have meant something had happened. What happened. Allen was okay--he had to be okay? Please let him be okay!She stared a few long moments with too-wide eyes. "A-About like I'm ready to collapse right now--Biron-- What happened to Allen?"
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron held up a hand."Woah, calm down. He's fine. Seriously. He's probably sitting at home watching TV. I just...assume you're going to ask questions and I want to make sure you are okay before you do. That's all."
@atalanta said:
Phoebe stared at him, and eventually her jaw slackened to leave her mouth open a little. She abruptly started to blink rapidly and looked down at the floor, trying not to cry."Why didn't you tell me yesterday instead of keeping it from me like a jerk?"
Jerk.
With a few hard sniffs and a couple gentle wipes against her eyes, she looked back up. Stupid eyes were bright and glossy, but at least no tears were falling to further embarrass herself.
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron took a deep breath."When everything happened, he fought to get out of bed. He fell, and ripped his stiches. He's FINE now, the doctors saw to him, but he was forced back into bed by Aaron who was, apparently, forced to knock him out to do so."
He stared.
"Is that something you would have wanted to hear yesterday? Or today even? I felt, at the time, you would have insisted going to him. As I suspect you might now. But let me re-iterate, when I told them, he cried, sagged with relief, and said not to worry, that he loves you and he's sorry about...ah...everything."
@atalanta said:
She waited until he was done speaking, and took a minute or so to just...sit on the information. On what he said. "He was out cold when the others brought him in so...so T-Talon...could twist my arm into going without a fight. Aaron would have torn them all to pieces if they had much more of a delay...and I didn't get to check to see if he was okay." She swallowed, hard, but continued. "All that matters to me is that he's okay. And alive. And not doing anything stupid or rash and getting himself hurt even more or killed. That's--that's what's important to me."
She glanced down, but didn't actually duck her head this time. She wasn't hiding...but struggling a little to open up. She looked back up to continue.
"...of course I want to go to him. I want to give him a hug. And Aaron. And maybe I could convince myself it was a nightmare. But I know I can't do that...and it kills. But at least I know they're okay. That's what matters."
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron watched her for a bit, his eyes soft before he would come in and put a hand on her shoulder. He wanted to give her a hug but....he knew he did things too. That he was part of it. He didn't even know if his touch made her recoil."I know. I am sorry. I wish...there was something I could do to make all this better for you. I would hope you would tell me if there was."
He searched her eyes, watching and uncertain.
@atalanta said:
Pheebs stilled at the hand on her shoulder and looked up, staring, for a few long moments. It was one of those times where she had to choose. Trust and forgive or pull away and continue to be miserable. "...there's nothing that can make it all better..." He knew that, even if he was trying to soften things for her. She sniffed, softly, still wavering. "What would help most I can't have....without putting myself, my family, my friends, and you at risk to be captured and tortured and killed."
But--but--she would totally love a hug. She ducked in beneath his hand, arms coming up to band around his chest and squeeze tight, chin tucked.
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron paused as she swooped in for the hug, then gave a gentle smile, wrapping his arms around her. He would just hold her for a few minutes before he would pat her back."Here, c'mere."
He'd walk into the kitchen, opening up his laptop. He'd shook out a quick text to Aaron before logging in, pulling open Skype after it loaded and waiting. After a few moments, a pop-up in the bottom right would stick up, indicating "Arrow" had logged in.
Biron would stand and take Phoebe's hips, lowering her into the seat before hitting "video call" and walking away into the back room with a small smile to change.
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron's face came up, worried initially but instantly relieved."Fuck- Phoebe!!! You alright?"
That was all he could get out for the moment. He didn't know what was going on. He should have popped that Biron fellows head off but instead, he did as he asked. Now he had no idea what he would see...perhaps Phoebe getting raped?
He'd fucking kill everyone in this town, if they did.
@atalanta said:
Not moving nope, just gonna cling tighter for a few minutes. That was the plan and she stuck to it after Biron's arms came around her. Was it weird that the guy who helped her through all that, the things she had to do, she was okay with getting a hug from? Probably. She didn't care. The warmth of the contact was welcome, as was the care displayed in the fact he was gentle, didn't complain, and--wait what..?Bee sniffed again and finally opened her eyes to blink several times, considering she'd had her eyes screwed shut for the duration of the hug. She murmured a 'thanks' at his back as she drifted along behind him, feeling only a little bit conflicted. And by a little...it wasn't actually that much. Just enough to make her feel a bit fuzzy about it all. She blinked, eyes focusing suddenly as he opened a familiar program. Arrow? ARROW!? AARON!
She gasped, staring, and felt her eyes sting and water even before she knew that the warmth at her hips was his hands. Reflexively, though, one of her hands caught his wrist and gave a desperately thankful but brief squeeze.
Oh god it was ringi--
"Aaron!" She stared at the screen, certainly looking like she was holding herself back from launching at the poor laptop. Ah, shoot, no--don't cr--too late. She lifted her hands over her mouth to muffle a couple sharp sobs and managed to nod before pulling the towel from her head and hair, rocking in place a little. Good thing Biron sat her down or she would have fallen to the floor. "Y-Y-Yeah I'm ok-kay-y."
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron would bark."HEY! No! Stop crying Phoebe. Do not let them see you vulnerable! Tell me everything he's done to you as quickly as you can before he takes you back! Shout out portions of your surroundings, what street you are on- anything so I can find you!"
@atalanta said:
Bee jerked at the sudden bark and stared."...A-Aaron..." That's not fast, Pheebs. That's not following what your big brother said to do. "...Aaron, he helped me get out of there..."
Oh. O-Okay.
She sniffed and rubbed the towel against her face before looking back up with a deep, shaky breath. "Is Allen really okay..?"
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron blinked. Then blinked again. He waved off her question."Wait, what? He...what?"
Phoebe used confuse ray! It's super effective!
@atalanta said:
Phoebe stared, her gaze flattening a little as she swallowed, and then reiterated: "Is. Allen. Okay."Don't mess with her right now, Aaron.
She'd answer that after.
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron's eyebrows came down."Phoebe, Allen is fine for fucks sake. You've been kidnapped and I couldn't...do a damn thing! So for the next ten minutes you are going to tell me everything that happened and where you ARE!"
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron threw up his hands standing and walking away as Allen sat, wincing in pain, in front of the computer.hollows said:
"Hey sis...I'm okay. Back's a little sore but I will pull through. Are you okay?" @atalanta said:
Bee flinched a bit before she full on frowned at the swears popping out of Aaron's mouth. Of course, she knew he was concerned and worried sick, but she was, too! She opened her mouth, intent on telling him not to swear at her, gosh darnit - "Aaron, do--" - when the voice made her lurch forward and peer at the screen in a new angle, as if she could literally use the laptop screen as a window to view any angle even though she knew she couldn't. She hiccupped and stuffed the towel against her mouth, biting down on the fabric for a moment before her forehead was pressed against the warm base of the laptop, shoulders shaking. They were okay. They were okay. Aaron was probably pissed all to hell with her but they were okay.
She slowly sat back up to watch him sit, her brows pulling together in concern. She reached out and touched the screen, her arm disappearing partway as she did so.
"A-Ali. I...I'm so relieved you're o-okay." She felt her eyes water and blinked a few times, dislodging a couple tears. She quickly sniffed. "I've been worried. We've all been worried. I'm sorry for worrying you. And Aaron. I'm o-okay."
Well. Mostly. Aside from the things she couldn't undo, she was okay.
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Allen Hollows said:
Allen gave a big, smooth grin."Hey, don't be."
His smile faded before he quickly spoke.
"I am sorry for everything I said to you in the gym that day. And fighting you and making you feel less than the amazing sister you are. I seriously don't know why I said those things and I want you to know that, no matter what, I will always love you even if I don't say it or if I seem like I'm being a brat, okay?"
He took a deep breath.
"There."
@atalanta said:
Phoebe slowly sat back up and shuffled the chair forward, laying the damp towel on her lap. She listened quietly, then gave a bit of a wobbly smile. "...Allen... I forgive you." She drew in a deep breath. "And I love you, and will love you every day, even if I think you're being a brat. And I'm sorry for making you feel like a kid. We both are. But we've also had to grow up really quickly. And...and I just... I trust you a lot. And I want to make sure you're safe, too. And I'm sorry I'm overbearing and overprotective sometimes. I don't want you to think that I think you can't handle yourself, or you're not capable and strong. 'cause you are."
Allen Hollows said:
He gave a smile and would take a deep breath."Well...okay. Good. Glad we got...got that out of the way. Now...tell me about this fellow. You said he saved you? What happened?"
@atalanta said:
How much...how much could she say."...Biron...seems pretty trustworthy. A genuinely good guy that...that doesn't agree with where Riot is right now. Uhm. He was number two before. But... He was demoted because he didn't choose a side when the other two were struggling to take over...and he's watched very carefully. And...so he risked his life to get me out of there. They broke his leg when he went back and told them he killed me. So they can't find out I'm alive. They can't. So I have to stay away for a little while..."
Allen Hollows said:
Allen would stare hard."Did they hurt you?"
He stared again.
"Did he hurt you? Or make you do things you...shouldn't be made to do?"
@atalanta said:
Bee blinked. She needed time to figure out what she was comfortable in saying. She frowned a little."...Aaron should come back. He should hear it, too. And I need a moment, okay, Ali..?"
She really, really needed a moment.
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron sat down quickly."It's okay sis- whatever they did, you don't need to tell us. Just know that it isn't your fault. They are to blame not you. And Biron will pay for his part as well."
Aaron was getting angrier by the second.
@atalanta said:
Gooooooooooodddddddddddddddddddddddddd. This wasn't helpinggggggggggggggggggg. Phoebe exhaled sharply and tipped her head back, over the back of the chair, and let out a soft but frustrated groan. She needed something...needed something...She sat back up, looking at both of them...and decided to just come out with something that would shut down Aaron's anger, even though she was afraid it would all backfire on her.
She spoke quickly, but quietly, staring. "Talon's dead. I killed him."
She swallowed, paling a bit.
Aaron Hollows said:
He stared, watching her. He let his eyes slide closed, Allen's mouth parting a little in surprise. Aaron would nod."Okay. One down. Don't....don't think on that either. If you let it eat at you it can drive you mad. I've...seen it happen to good people."
@atalanta said:
Phoebe nervously tapped her fingers against the table. She stared at the image of Allen, blinking quickly, watching for...for disgust, or anger, or any other negative expression once the surprise wore off. Her eyes flickered a little, watching Aaron."...you mean...seventy one, Aaron?"
Yeah. She heard about that.
She swallowed again, her mouth dry. Just saying it had made it real. More real because she admitted it to her brothers. And she could never take the words back. In admitting it, saying it, it also made it much more difficult to not think of it.
It made her rethink saying anything else.
"...how can I not think of it..?"
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron would blink once or twice but let a slow, very small smile tweak his face."Seventy four. I took out those three from when I first showed up."
Allen Hollows said:
Allen would bring his face from surprised to blank as he looked at the ground. Thinking. He would take a deep breath, bringing bringing his pale face upward."Seventy five."
He would glance at Aaron, then back to Phoebe.
"When they...came for me to threaten you, I killed one."
He looked back down to the ground.
@atalanta said:
She swallowed, but nodded at Aaron's words. She didn't want to take any more lives. She didn't think she was cut out for it. And Talon's was somewhat worse--he'd been unconscious, innocent-looking... Maybe it would be different in the heat of a fight, but, she didn't want to.Seventy fi--what!
Phoebe's eyes widened and immediately jerked to Allen, staring in shock. Her eyes watered and she looked to Aaron's image. If he was looking at her at all and not already moving to, she would quite distinctly mouth: give Allen a hug.
For her. But really. He needed to know they still loved him. But he was only fourteen, neverminding she was only seventeen...they were both too young for this kind of crap.
"Allen... Allen. I love you no matter what."
She wanted to give them both a hug. Gently in Allen's case. But she really wished she could just squeeze them both.
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron would glance at Phoebe, then glance at the ground, chewing his lip a bit. He would take a deep breath and put an arm around Allen."Hey....it's okay. You do what you must to defend those you love. And yourself. Your life is yours alone- you have to rise up and live it."
He would look to Phoebe.
"Phoebe....are you being kept there against your will? Please, tell us."
@atalanta said:
She knew it wasn't easy for Aaron to do that, but she exhaled in relief, shoulders slumping. She mouthed a quick 'thanks' when he looked up, and frowned at the question."...that's...that's complicated. But! Before you start getting angry, it's not that I'm staying because Biron wouldn't let me walk out of here. And! And another thing. You're not going to hurt him. You or Allen." She stared, hard, and would wait until she had their agreements with her gaze pointedly flicking between them, before she continued. "If I could, though, I'd come home. I wasn't joking when I said he risked his life. He did, he still is. And Riot would just wind up capturing me again. A-And they'd come after you two, again, and Mom, and...and if they didn't kill you outright, I don't want to even think of what they'd do before... S-So I have to stay here, for now. So...on one hand, no, on the other, yes. But it's not because of Biron. It's because of Riot."
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron snirked."I'm not promising you anything. The bastard probably made you fuck him or something. I'm killing him whether you want me to or not."
@atalanta said:
Knee-jerk reaction was to shut skype off. Instead, her cheeks puffed out and she exhaled veeeery slowly. "Aaron. No. You're NOT going to hurt him. Or kill him."
She blinked. And blinked again.
Aaron Hollows said:
Aaron would shake his hand, stand and walk off. Allen Hollows said:
Allen would stay, finally bringing his eyes back up."Sorry....he's maybe had an hour of sleep since you've been gone."
@atalanta said:
"Aa-Aaron--! Waitasecond?! Iloveyou!"She blurted it all, just in case he didn't stop, and then stared at the screen, her gaze slowly pulling back to Allen. Her shoulders slumped. She felt so bad. But. But it was important to her that Aaron knew she didn't want Biron harmed. Maybe, by a large stretch, she would change her mind, later. But right now she was firm.
Aaron Hollows said:
He could be heard from the other room."Yeah, love you too..."
Though it was said melancholy-like.
Allen Hollows said:
Allen would give a gentle smile, trying to give his sister confidence."Okay sis...I won't hurt Biron. You should try and milk him for all the information you can though. He's probably a treasure trove..."
@atalanta said:
Bee leaned in to catch the words, soft from the speakers, and gave a shaky sigh.Her eyes turned back to Allen and she gave a small smile, struggling with a nervous flutter in her stomach and not letting a blush work itself up. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"I can count on you on this, right?" She questioned, and then slightly shook her head. "I don't...have to milk him for anything, though, Allen. I'll ask questions. And I'm sure he'll answer...but I'm not going to do anything underhanded and shady. He doesn't deserve that..."
She didn't think so, anyway.
Allen Hollows said:
Allen sighed and nodded."Okay. Well...I hope to see you soon sis. We better go, Leons coming up the walkway and the less people know, the better. Talk to you later?"
@atalanta said:
Phoebe's eyes widened and her breath caught for a moment. But, braced herself. "...'kay. Love you, Ali. Take care of Aaron. Take care of each other. Don't worry about me."
@atalanta said:
Phoebe nodded and hit end call. She sat there for a few long moments, just staring at the screen until the green icon beside the name "Arrow" turned to white. And then she inhaled, her breath a little shaky. The Mouth of Riot said:
She would hear, now that the laptop was off, the shower turning off. Biron was in the bedroom, getting ready to get dressed! @atalanta said:
Phoebe slowly tilted her head to the side. Her stomach gave a rumble, and kicked with another nervous flutter. Taking a deep breath she got up and decided to do something productive: make omelettes. There...there was really no way she was going back there unless he needed her help. Her cheeks heated as she chopped up some bits and pieces to stuff inside the egg batter, and slowly cleared her throat. Yeah. No need to see him naked again.
@atalanta said:
Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffohcrap."Er--okay. Be there in a second!"
Blushing even harder, she fanned her face a moment and skirted along to go see what he needed help with, peeking around the doorjam.
"Yes..?"
Allen Hollows said:
He stood there, with a towel around his waist. His cast was dry though the rest of him was wet. He was looking at a fresh pair of boxers."Getting...out of these was hard enough. I....might need some help putting some on."
He blushed furiously.
@atalanta said:
"Erm, uh, o-okay. Sure. No problem."NO PROBLEM, RIGHT, PHEEBS? NOPE. NONE.
Why is her face red? Must be sunburnt. YES IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER, OKAY. IT CAN HAPPEN.
She slipped in the rest of the way and quickly walked over, picking up the boxers to kneel at his feet. Not looking up, nope.
"Uh, okay. Lift your casted foot a little?"
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron would plant a hand on her shoulder and would lift up his foot."Thank you....and sorry. I tried while sitting down and it didn't work."
@atalanta said:
"...well...your leg was broken over m-me so that's the...uhm...least I could do." She glanced up as she spoke after slipping the one leg hole over his foot and discovered that was a horrible idea. Bee flushed and hurriedly looked down to where her hands were.
"Uhm. Other leg, now, please?"
Not looking up, nope.
The Mouth of Riot said:
Biron was watching her as she did her work and blushed heavily at her looking up. Despite himself, he stuttered. "Ah...uh...t-t-hank...c-an....go..."
Unless she spotted him and RAN rather than simply left.
@atalanta said:
Phoebe flushed, watching the hand handling the part of the boxers that had to go over his cast until her hands moved too high for comfort."Here. Uhm—you...can handle this now, right? I'mmakingomelettessothey'llbereadyrightaway."
Her arms were extended so he could grab the waistband with ease. One he did she would pivot and then stand to walk very briskly from the room, her face hotter than a thousand suns.
The Mouth of Riot said:
And Birons hands would promptly grasp and pull them up, face also hotter than a dying star!"Uhhhh yeah! Yeah yeah soundsgreatthanks."
He would facepalm as she left. He hated their interactions being like this. It wasn't like he was interested in her- he wasnn't. He thought she was hot and all but they...didn't really know one another. He would finish dressing quickly, using sweatpants so he wouldn't have to call her back in before he threw on a sweater to hide the bandage on his wrist which, had she been looking, would have been held behind his back.
He walked out and cleared his throat.
"Ah, anyway....food smells great! I assume your siblings wanted you to interrogate me, so I'll make it easy....ask me whatever you want. I don't have anything to hide."
@atalanta said:
Phoebe increased her pace as soon as she was a few feet out the door, feeling her stomach give a nervous churn as she popped back into the kitchen, scooping ham, onions, and chopped peppers into the two dishes with the beaten eggs. Of course, she had cheese standing by.Calming her racing heart, she flicked a burner on to beat the pan before proceeding to make Biron's omelette first. By the time he emerged, she was decently calm, though she was quick to glance at him as he appeared.
She quickly blinked, popping a lid over the omelette and mentally timing how long it would steam before she would add the cheese and flip the delicious combination over.
"O-Oh! Thanks. And, uhm, yeah...that's pretty much what they said." She winced a little but was quick to continue: "...I told them I wouldn't need to interrogate you...but I would ask, anyway. The worst you could say is you didn't want to answer, and besides...you don't seem to be the type to need to be, uh, interrogated."
Let's not specifically reiterate how Allen put it, okay! Okay!
The Mouth of Riot said:
He laughed."I'm an open book, love. What do you wanna know? We can chat while you cook."
@atalanta said:
—wait what did he say—? Did she hear that right?Phoebe stared a moment with a slow blink, then hurriedly turned to lift the lid off the omelette with a small gasp—! And then a relieved sigh as she found it hadn't gone too far. She sprinkled the cheese on and carefully flipped it over onto itself, adding a slight dribble of water to finish the steaming process as she set the lid back overtop. She didn't speak as she worked, trying to convince her nerves that Biron certainly didn't mean anything by his casual use of...of that endearment. And her face needed to come back down to her actual skin tone instead of mimicking a cherry.
She cleared her throat.
"...uhhhhh... Well—what is...Riot's total member base..?"
Start with something easy, mostly to give her still-reeling brain time to...stop.
The Mouth of Riot said:
He answered immediately."One thousand, six hundred fifty two, after what Aaron did."
He blinked- that word had two totally different meanings in his culture, so he didn't understand why she seemed flustered, instead just staring and waiting.
@atalanta said:
Phoebe paused with a frown. Too many to eradicate..."...in your opinion, what is the best way of stopping what Riot is doing..? From continuing these types of things?"
She slowly looked over to him, clearing her throat. She had a bit of time, not wanting to overcook the omelette.
The Mouth of Riot said:
He answered, once again, promptly. As though he was expecting these questions."Kill the Elite core. Numbers one, two and three. They go down, the rest of the elite will sectionalize and fight amongst themselves. The civil war will destroy Riot."
@atalanta said:
"...before we get into names, faces, strengths, and weaknesses... You used to be second. Normally, without injury, how would you are against them, one on one..?"He was wickedly fast and strong, he was intelligent, he knew how they worked, he seemed to have endurance, else he'd be flat out in the hospital.
The Mouth of Riot said:
He thought a moment."I could beat three and possibly two together. Two is a little weaker than myself. Current number one was....well, used to be three. But he started with drugs and murders and fights and got insanely strong. I don't think I could take him. Not alone."
He took a seat at the table, having exausted his standing patience with one leg.
@atalanta said:
Phoebe would nod, slowly. Before she had been taken, before her conversation with Austin, there had been an incident of drugged food in the cafeteria."I see..."
She trailed off and turned back to the stove, sliding the omelette onto a plate before turning the element's heat back up. Cutting an orange in two she set one half on his and grabbed some utensils to spare him getting up, and quietly set the lot on the table in front of him with a slight smile.
"...Biron...what..." She frowned a little and turned back to the stove. It was a simple question to ask, and it looked a certain way, but...there was no guarantee the way it looked was the way it would be. Butter went into the pan, quickly melting and sizzling before it was doused with the second omelette's mixture, which would receive the same treatment Biron's had, in time. She finally looked back. "What is your stance on all this..?"
He'd committed to getting her out of there, which cost him, quite clearly. But that and his answering her questions didn't mean he would possibly be committed to standing by and letting it happen, or involving himself.
tbc???