Page 17 of Unforgivable

Me

Fine. If it will shut you up.

I was born in Oklahoma, I'd go to Italy, my superpower would be time travel, I'd fight zombies with Negan's bat Lucille, I want to be a pediatric nurse, and I'm scared of clowns, clusters of holes, and being buried alive.

Satisfied?

Miscreant

Ooo interesting…some solid choices in there.

I have to question you about Lucille though. Up close and personal with a zombie doesn't seem like a winning choice.

Clusters of holes? Really? Weird.

Why pediatric nursing?

Wait, was he actually trying to get to know me? What was the point of this? If this were a movie, there'd be a large robot up in my face shrieking “Danger, Rhys Robinson!”, but once again my self-preservation skills were proving highly ineffective.

Me

Long story.

Miscreant

I’m all ears, Sweetness.

I was a stupid, stupid man. A stupidly weak man. For all the reminders I gave myself about this guy and his suspicious motives, I found myself wanting to answer him. Maybe there was a part of me that hoped I'd humanize myself in his eyes and he'd give up this pointless crusade to get me to recant my complaint.

Me

I was in the ICU as a kid and a pediatric nurse was assigned to me. She helped me through something really terrible and we became close. Ever since, I've wanted to do the same thing for other kids. That's all.

It took him a while to answer. There weren't even any bubbles to show that he was typing or formulating a response. I pushed it from my mind and went about getting ready for my day. As I was heading out the door, my phone once again buzzed.

Miscreant

I think that job suits you. I'm sorry you went through something terrible to find it.

I was rendered speechless for a moment as I read over his words. Granted, there was no way to read tone through a simple text message, but still. Something about his response came across as genuine to me. It seemed like a tiny win and I'd take it for what it was.

The next few days were littered with texts from Hawk, and much to my chagrin, I couldn't resist texting back. He had kept up his Q&A game with me for the most part, only sometimes sneaking in questions that I refused to answer seriously. Unsurprisingly, it did nothing to deter him.

Miscreant

What’s one of your hard limits?

Me

You.

Miscreant

Have you ever tried anal stuff before?

Me

Do suppositories count?

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