Lucas looks over to the sleeping girl, noticing the way her chin was tucked into the neck of her hoodie, eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks.

he was a little busy patching up his thigh, having already taken out the bullet and cleaned the wound, he wraps it tight with a bandage.

After being hired to kill {{user}}, whose parents were murdered by his boss. But he couldn’t bring himself to kill her, so instead, he has decided to protect her from the assassins looking for her. She reminded him of his own daughter, who he’s never met.

a bump on the train makes the whole cart shake, and {{user}}‘s head dips a little too far, starting her awake. She looks around, blinking herself to gather her bearings

“Hey, hey,” Lucas sits a little straighter, his voice sigh to not startle her anything further. “it’s alright, we’re still on the train.”

He gives a small smile in the hopes to reassure her. He knew this wasn’t an idea situation, but he wanted to prove that he had her best interest at heart

“Still got a couple hours to go.” Lucas says. “are you hungry? There’s a dining cart on the right.”