Leah x Grayson + "You have to trust me. You do still trust me, don’t you?"
Trust, it’s a word that’s become skewed for him now. Before if she asked such a think from him it would be a simple yes, one that would come to him as easy as breathing.
He’d have trusted her to remember his coffee order, to finish her half of the paperwork and to make sure Nathan didn’t eat his favourite type of donut before he’d gotten to the precinct.
Now, it’s different. Now that they’re so deep in their cover he doesn’t recognise either of them it’s a different kind of trust.
He needs to trust her to watch his back, to remember who she is, to be able to tell right from wrong though it’s all become so convoluted.
When he speaks finally it’s in a low tone, as though he doesn’t want to accept the words he says and the reality that comes with it.
“I don’t know anymore, Le."
