She shrugs a bit - she agrees it's not exactly Disney world around here, and she would much rather be home where her people are, but she's in a good position even if part of that is down to her being assigned Dominant.
But she knows better than to argue with experience blindly. He's been here two years. She's been here barely three months. She could stand to shut her mouth and listen from time to time, even if she disagrees. Especially if she disagrees.
"I'm just saying..." She blows out a breath, not a sigh, but a placeholder. "Adapt. When you stop adapting, that's when life gets you." She looks over at him, dark eyes somber. "Don't let life get you."
He nods. "I'll try not to. I've kept one step in front of life and death-"
He pauses, because he didn't, did he? He snorts a soft, mirthless little laughing then waves the thought away. She can probably continue the rest in her own head.
"Trust me, I'm not about to let it all go arse-up. This place still needs me, people here still need me. I'm not about to make the same mistakes I did before."
He catches himself just as she raises an eyebrow, because no, he didn't. But he acknowledges it and she sees no reason to rub it in just now, so she lets it go.
"I don't trust," she says dismissively. Nothing against him, but she's learned better. "You got a system in mind for staying focused?"
"Not being twenty-three." He explains, and while it's a bit flippant, how do you explain to someone that you've lived for nearly twenty years in the most dangerous job in London, and you've not died yet? There's no set of guidance he can explain to her, not quickly and easily anyway. He can go through the spiel he does for trainees, but he can't actually do that either, because she's not from a world where it will make sense.
"I do. And you'll just have to not trust me on that."
She doesn't exactly roll her eyes at the response but she doesn't exactly not, either.
Still it's fair and she doesn't press. He doesn't actually owe her anything, even if he's operating under some kind of notion that he does; he hasn't asked her for anything.
"Well that's your business," she says, and shrugs. "But I do appreciate the apology, and I appreciate the view."
"I hope that I can show you I mean it," He says, in reply to the bit about the apology. "It's important to say it, but the words mean nothing if you don't back it up with action. I am not volunteering to be kidnapped again but... I've learnt a few things since then."
Its not been a long time for her of course, but for him it's been a lifetime.
"We should probably head back towards the city. We'll start loosing the light soon enough."
"I don't," she answers, but she smiles when she does because she's not rejecting it - she just hopes they're not in that position again, together or separate.
And then she's looking around again, less to scan for threats and more to consider the forest itself around them.
"You're probably right. But I think I'll keep going a while." He doesn't have to go with her, she means.
He pauses, looking out in the same dorection as her.
"It's a nice path. Just watch your footing- about a half mile on from here, it gets a lot more overgrown."
And then there's a brief moment of hesitation. He would let Evie go out on her own, wouldn't even spare a thought to it. And while this woman isn't an assassin, while Jacob has lost enough friends recently, he doesn't disrespect her but insisting she come back or he stay with her.
Instead he nods, trusting Rosita to know her own mind and her own ability.
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Date: 2022-10-24 12:33 pm (UTC)From:But she knows better than to argue with experience blindly. He's been here two years. She's been here barely three months. She could stand to shut her mouth and listen from time to time, even if she disagrees. Especially if she disagrees.
"I'm just saying..." She blows out a breath, not a sigh, but a placeholder. "Adapt. When you stop adapting, that's when life gets you." She looks over at him, dark eyes somber. "Don't let life get you."
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Date: 2022-10-24 01:42 pm (UTC)From:He pauses, because he didn't, did he? He snorts a soft, mirthless little laughing then waves the thought away. She can probably continue the rest in her own head.
"Trust me, I'm not about to let it all go arse-up. This place still needs me, people here still need me. I'm not about to make the same mistakes I did before."
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Date: 2022-10-24 03:02 pm (UTC)From:"I don't trust," she says dismissively. Nothing against him, but she's learned better. "You got a system in mind for staying focused?"
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Date: 2022-10-24 03:30 pm (UTC)From:"I do. And you'll just have to not trust me on that."
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Date: 2022-10-25 11:08 am (UTC)From:Still it's fair and she doesn't press. He doesn't actually owe her anything, even if he's operating under some kind of notion that he does; he hasn't asked her for anything.
"Well that's your business," she says, and shrugs. "But I do appreciate the apology, and I appreciate the view."
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Date: 2022-10-25 11:52 am (UTC)From:Its not been a long time for her of course, but for him it's been a lifetime.
"We should probably head back towards the city. We'll start loosing the light soon enough."
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Date: 2022-10-25 12:19 pm (UTC)From:And then she's looking around again, less to scan for threats and more to consider the forest itself around them.
"You're probably right. But I think I'll keep going a while." He doesn't have to go with her, she means.
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Date: 2022-10-25 04:01 pm (UTC)From:"It's a nice path. Just watch your footing- about a half mile on from here, it gets a lot more overgrown."
And then there's a brief moment of hesitation. He would let Evie go out on her own, wouldn't even spare a thought to it. And while this woman isn't an assassin, while Jacob has lost enough friends recently, he doesn't disrespect her but insisting she come back or he stay with her.
Instead he nods, trusting Rosita to know her own mind and her own ability.
"Thank you for the walk. And the talk."