[He can't argue with that. He can't argue with anything Jo is saying because it's all true, he just feels like such an asshole.
Actually, he's so furious he's about to go into meltdown. So easily turned on, so easily betrayed. And by what? A scent? What the fuck did that even mean?!
But still, now there's a target on his chest, he can't stay in their room. He knows that.
Jo grabs her gun and his wrist and he follows, casting a glance over his shoulder to locate the cat.
He doesn't get to say good bye.
The door closes and they run. Run down the stairs, through the halls, like they're being chased by Hell hounds. If they keep pushing, keep going, careening around corners and vaulting down the stairs then their chances of getting outside alive are pretty good. And, in fact, they succeed.
Out of the house, across the lawn and into the forest to the Resistance's bunker so fondly referred to as Fort Potter-Dixon. Tom doesn't know Daryl very well and has no interest in knowing James anymore, but he has to hand it to them - they can make a mean fort, hidden from just about anyone and anything.
Good, they'll need to safety.
They get inside and slam the door, chests heaving, faces flushed and sweaty and he is so humiliated. There aren't words for the kind of angry Tom is. For the hurt. And all he can hear is the sound of his heart thundering in his ears and that nagging shisper in the back of his head jeering You Should Have Known Better, You Should Have Known Better.]
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Actually, he's so furious he's about to go into meltdown. So easily turned on, so easily betrayed. And by what? A scent? What the fuck did that even mean?!
But still, now there's a target on his chest, he can't stay in their room. He knows that.
Jo grabs her gun and his wrist and he follows, casting a glance over his shoulder to locate the cat.
He doesn't get to say good bye.
The door closes and they run. Run down the stairs, through the halls, like they're being chased by Hell hounds. If they keep pushing, keep going, careening around corners and vaulting down the stairs then their chances of getting outside alive are pretty good. And, in fact, they succeed.
Out of the house, across the lawn and into the forest to the Resistance's bunker so fondly referred to as Fort Potter-Dixon. Tom doesn't know Daryl very well and has no interest in knowing James anymore, but he has to hand it to them - they can make a mean fort, hidden from just about anyone and anything.
Good, they'll need to safety.
They get inside and slam the door, chests heaving, faces flushed and sweaty and he is so humiliated. There aren't words for the kind of angry Tom is. For the hurt. And all he can hear is the sound of his heart thundering in his ears and that nagging shisper in the back of his head jeering You Should Have Known Better, You Should Have Known Better.]