Re: V: you said kill though and not doing it.

[His temple is pressed against her shoulder, fingers itching to move but he keeps them still. In the deep recesses of his heart, he wishes she would. Leave him. He couldn't see how she hadn't yet, even after all the times he'd pushed her away in the Facility she was still here; a constant presence.]

.....

[Slowly, his fingers moved up the slope of her shoulder for already he knew he'd take what she offered.]