S T O L E

the slightest bit of a grin on his face , he gives a nod , denoting just enough pride . not an impressed amount but more than pleased .    ❛    not too bad . . . i woulda been faster , though .    ❜    however , he makes it unclear as to whether or not he means with or without the broken arm ( although it's both ) .    ❛    let's get goin' . the drop ain't too far from here .    ❜

you shouldn’t .       he wishes he were brave enough to give that response , knowing that it’s dangerous to make promises that he cannot positively keep . but it isn’t in him to deny her the satisfaction that comes with a delusion of consistency . permanence . so he plays along , giving into what he tries to convince himself is not his own selfishness by merely following her . he doesn’t kiss , he only kisses back . his hands find her waist and they stay there , waiting for some further instruction . it’s stupid , but in a way , he feels , it absolves him from just a fraction of the guilt that he would take on if he were to engage with intentions other than hers .    ❝    thanks .    ❞

a sharp breath in locks a sudden tension into his shoulders , a part of his instinct calling to flight . but as her hands move over him , confusion melds into curiosity with an obvious air of fear still present . and at first he doesn't understand , trying to remember if anything had ever existed before this moment . trembling fingers find their way to fall against her steady wrists as the pause in his thought is lifted . although nearly breathless he finds the words once more and repeats them . . .    ❝    i-i'm staying .    ❞

haha and then wat ;)

he sighs .    ❝    you were asleep five minutes ago . . .    ❞

his breathing stops ( for just a moment ) . the accusation that his apology is , essentially , bullshit sinks in as he bites anxiously on his lip .  she isn't completely wrong . every little disappearance he had , he always returned a little better off than before . but sorry to be back ? no .    ❝    what d'you mean ? i'm here . i'm staying .    ❞    no matter what , this is home . he doesn’t have the means nor the intention to pack up and get gone for good . there's confusion strewn in his expression , the lack of a hold on the young woman's hand now a loose grip in spite of his refusal to meet her eye .

someone pls give saylon kyle the attention he deserves 

❝    . . . this is not the kind of attention i wanted .    ❞

❝    i didn't plan on leaving .    ❞    glance falling to his lap , it rests there for a short time . an eyebrow then raised before he turns to face zatanna . a shallow breath , prepared to give some sort of explanation . but there isn't one , really . when a job comes up so suddenly , something with a risk and payout of the caliber that he'd been offered there's no choice . even now , it isn't in anyone's best interest to discuss what had occurred in the past few months .    ❝    look , i'm sorry i didn't tell you . but hey , i'm alive ! you don't have to worry .    ❞    there's a cautious pause before he moves closer , placing a hand over hers in hopes that it soothes some of the seething indifference .