hale cometh down upon our spines

She was looking at him now, and his lilac eyes met hers. "I would. I've got your back" he told her seriously, and then he grinned a little wickedly "well, 'cept when I don't, of course" even he could see the repeating patterns in their encounters. They fought, one saved the other. The tally of who owed who changed to favour one or the other while it grew. She was stupid, and careless, and made weird decisions. But she was his asshole to deal with. Just because he messed with her, didn't mean he wanted other people to mess with her. He examined that thought, and found a surprising amount of truth to it.


"Doesn't mean I like you or anything, just hate you a little less than everyone else." He added, so she didn't go and get the wrong impression. He placed his head back down on the coat with a sigh. The warmth had really seeped through him by now. Almost all the dampness had evaperated.