Page 185 of Affair
That hit him hard.
That was one thing no one had ever called him before in his life. Oh, and he’d been called plenty.
Hero.
Bad guy.
Mistake.
Broken.
Only, that one word blew his mind.
“Pardon?”
He explained.
“You are too afraid to face loss again, that you’ll let me go to save you, not me. You fired me, and you fucked me, but you won’t stay to protect me. That’s a coward in my book. I fought to save you, and now, you’ll not stay and fight to save me,” he said, knowing cowardice personally.
After all, he was one, while his twin was a hero.
Those words caught Gamble completely off-guard all over again.
Jesus Christ.
Backing up, Gamble got his clothes, and got dressed. Then, he went to the dead fish, and he knew how the little bugger felt.
Cold and empty.
Cleaning it, he watched as Poe filled the water can, and lit the fire with the lighter that he’d left nearby.
The whole time, he had to think about what he’d said about him.
Was he right?
Was he running because he was that afraid, or was he running because he was doing the right thing?
Now, he wasn’t so sure.
Poe was pretty smart, and the man seemed so sure of himself.
Yeah, this was the problem when arguing with a therapist. He’d never have the answer to that. He’d been thoroughly mind fucked to get him back to whole again.
He might just have to put his faith in the man, knowing what he truly was like.
Fileting the fish, he got it ready to be cooked. As Poe made the fire, he watched him do that too.
They said not a single word to each other, and that told him one thing about Poe.
He.
Was.
Pissed.
When the water was done, he put it aside to cool down, and Gamble began cooking their afternoon snack. There was no eye contact.
Not a smile.
