stop trying to get inside me! You don't belong there! he yell, his chest stinging with the force. you barely flinch, like you knows he won't hurt you, not physically anyway. you trusts him. you aren’t afraid.

you can trust me! you say back to him with just as much passion, placing your hands on the sides of his face and forcing him to look into your eyes.

you can trust me, rook. It's gentler the second time, a girl trying to coax a wild animal from the corner without getting bitten.