[ the look she gives him is soft, and sad, and oh so slightly adoring. grateful beyond words, she curls her fingers through his. her anchor. her lifeline. ]

I’ll lead you there. [ she glances askance at him and winks, pressing one finger to her lips. ] As long as you swear it will be our little secret.

[ his question produces a longer silence. long enough that they’ll be able to exit the store and get back out onto the street, where Lortel guides them where to go. if he cares to look, to notice—there is strain in her face. her jaw is clenched shut. ]

I don’t trust you yet, [ she whispers, smiling up at him with sweet sorrow. ] But soon, maybe. It’s …

[ …

his selflessness deserves a piece of her honesty, even the smallest she can afford. ]

In the life I’ve lead until now… vulnerability was—a weakness. One I couldn’t afford to ever be exploited.

[ the hand holding his trembles. ]

It’s … not natural for me, to ask for help.