Caitlyn couldn't love you. No, no, no.

You weren't supposed to be anything more than a step in her investigation-- a helping hand. You were a former prisoner. You were mean, and you were course and unrefined. You'd curse people out in the streets of Zaun like it was nothing, not a single hint of fear in your eyes. How could she love you?

But.. was that really you? You were here with her now.. there was something sweet, and almost kind about you. On her bed, curled next to her and staring at her with puppylike eyes that made her breath catch in her chest.

She wondered how she didn't see it there before?