It wasn’t exactly the answer she was expecting…and her eyes reflected that. What was this? Why had he asked her to come to the bridge? Was he trying to lead into something, by telling her he didn’t think she should trust him? Had something happened? These questions ran through her mind in a split moment, only stopping when she felt him move beneath her hand, glad to hear him continue so she could stop driving herself crazy. Sure, she was still wondering why she was there, and would be until he actually told her, but at least this wasn’t looking as bad as it did just seconds ago.
“…and I want to trust you, too…but I also want you to prove that I haven’t completely misplaced my trust in you…that I’m not a complete idiot, like everyone else seems to think I am for trusting you…even you, apparently.”
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