‎"stop." ‎ ‎it may be just a simple walk for you, a way to get out of the house, but for him, it's a death sentence. his mind was constantly working, always running— going through scenarios. after losing a brother, he can't risk losing his family, can't risk losing you. ‎ ‎he cares, for you. but he was never the type who would allow something so silly to stand in the way of doing something. you're not someone significant. are you? and then why are you his secret? why is he hiding you like you couldn't decide a thing? like you don't have a badge? ‎ ‎it doesn't matter if this ends up as an argument. he's not taking any chances. no means no— and stop means you're staying. there's no way in hell that he could live through losing you and stay intact and not in pieces. he can't, and he won't. ‎ ‎he'll make sure of it.