Was he? He wanted to ask but the moment wasn't necessarily about him. He was just some nobody compared to the President and his wife. He looks up at her last word with an expression that just said that.
" Never. " He answered plainly, fixing his palms, flat on the surface as he met her gaze straight on then. Letting the words land where it may. Heavyhanded. " Don't worry about me. I've always got a good exit strategy somewhere. " He offers, a little more relaxed now than just seconds before. " Your Dad's taught me a few tricks. "
Isobel holds his gaze for only a moment and looks away. Things were happening much too quickly and not quickly enough. She wanted to be on the other side of this without having to hammer away at it until she came up with a solution.
She rubs the back of her neck anxiously and chances a glance up at him. "You'll help me? If I want to leave him? I have to leave him."
















