cavaliantā:
Well, now thatās an adorable expression if heās ever seen oneā¦people who wear their hearts on their sleeves are always so endearingly open. But contrary to popular belief, Legault does know how to hold his tongue on occasion. He could hardly have gone around being Black Fang with loose lips now, could he?
āWhat is there to get?ā He shrugs, then places one hand over his chest. āMaybe the word of a former assassin is hard to take at face value, but Iāve been as honest as I can be. Tell me then, what is it you want to understand?ā
Ah, this familiar impasse. The need to be honest, the aching necessity of telling Legault I still donāt get what you find so interesting about a guy like me-- but not wanting to invite the guilt trip and deluge of sweet nothings to follow. Isnāt quite in the mood to coax a remark out of Legault that might send Heath running for the hills.
But biting his tongue, good as he is at it, is frustrating. A breath in, a breath out, and with new clarity, Heath finds a middle ground that squarely makes it a Legault-shaped problem.Ā āYouāve got weird taste in people, you know.ā



















