"Justin loves me. He worries about me when I'm out late, gives me a hard time about my job because he thinks it's dangerous, brings me food just because, and would probably beat the hell out of anyone who looked at me wrong. Hell, he'd probably try to attack the guards if he was unaware of who and what they were. When I wake up screaming, he's the person who calms me down and never asks questions."
Tina stopped and looked Namor in the eye. It was the scariest moment of her life since she was six when she realized she'd slipped up and then, later, heard shouting from behind closed doors as Namor and Emma fought. Not even what had been done to her registered quite as scary as this. That had been painful on every level. This, this...quest for Namor's approval and affection made her shake in her proverbial shoes.
She turned her eyes down and looked at her hands instead, no braver now than she had been.
"Why are you treating me like one of your daughters?"
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