"Someone was stalking me," Adia says, barely above a whisper. "I should have told you, but it was months ago and I didn't want you to worry..."
Caspar's anger gets snuffed out immediately, replaced with worry and shame. She was trying to protect him from his own fears. "Oh, sweetheart..."
His words, Harley's words, they barely register as she sinks deeper into a spiral of terror. This is so much more than a murderer being obsessed with her. This is about trusting someone who had lied to her about his identity and his intentions.
If she was wrong about him, then how can she know if she's right about anyone else?
"I have to go." She stands abruptly, pushing herself out of Harley's gentle embrace. Her chest is tight, and each breath she takes is shallower than the last. "I can't -- if he's --"
"Hey, hey." Caspar keeps her from going out the door, his hands on her shoulders once more, sliding down to her wrists so she stops worrying at the sleeves of her coat. "Let's go home then. Okay? Let me take you back home."
She nods numbly, tears threatening to fall, her body going slack in Caspar's arms. He wraps an arm around her and pulls out his PINpoint before looking at Harley. "I'll take it from here. Text me if you find out anything else."
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Date: 2018-02-13 03:05 am (UTC)Caspar's anger gets snuffed out immediately, replaced with worry and shame. She was trying to protect him from his own fears. "Oh, sweetheart..."
His words, Harley's words, they barely register as she sinks deeper into a spiral of terror. This is so much more than a murderer being obsessed with her. This is about trusting someone who had lied to her about his identity and his intentions.
If she was wrong about him, then how can she know if she's right about anyone else?
"I have to go." She stands abruptly, pushing herself out of Harley's gentle embrace. Her chest is tight, and each breath she takes is shallower than the last. "I can't -- if he's --"
"Hey, hey." Caspar keeps her from going out the door, his hands on her shoulders once more, sliding down to her wrists so she stops worrying at the sleeves of her coat. "Let's go home then. Okay? Let me take you back home."
She nods numbly, tears threatening to fall, her body going slack in Caspar's arms. He wraps an arm around her and pulls out his PINpoint before looking at Harley. "I'll take it from here. Text me if you find out anything else."