taking a very nasty fall had led to this.

“god— you’re the life of the fuckin’ survivors. looking after you is my duty.” he snarls, tightening his hold and pulling your arm straight.

“is that the only reason you do it?” and you can’t help that simple phrase that spills from your lips.

Norton goes quiet, and you think he’s about to snap back, call you stupid, even, but;

“…isn’t that reason enough?” and his voice is a mumble. like he doesn’t want you to hear it.