Meeting at Storm's Edge

[Reeves]

Taking the hint, and with a degree of enthusiasm on top of it, he approached the sink she pointed out and enjoyed the feeling of cold water to numb the recent rigors. Once he was finished, he'd also given her question an adequate amount of consideration. "What role am I playing? Bitter ex? Grizzled soldier? Sleazy politician..?" He'd have kept going, but the more he tacked on in terms of redundant suggestions, the less humorous it would have been.

The fact that she seemed to be able to look past any facade put up made him uneasy, and that hadn't changed since their last meeting. But he'd now begun to consider how that might be useful, and maybe even liberating? Not needing to pretend would take quite the weight off. Especially if it came with an understanding rather than condemnation. But he still wasn't quite so eager to put all those cards on the table, not without certainty.