Inwardly, Levan shook his head. Her somewhat broken english was about as adventurous as she claims his life to be. In a way, funny.
Slightly insecure, he slowly moved to sit down on the couch with her. He exhaled audibly. Her father raised her. Maybe if his father had been around, he would not be such a scaredy cat all the time. A parental figure would probably have helped to become a badass like Lea. He would not need to hide. He would just deal with Rebecca himself.
I will try to think of something.
With that said, he leaned back against the couch. Closing his eyes for a moment. His body absorbed the warmth of the atmosphere like a sponge after having been exposed to New Berlin's snowy climate. Maybe it was another reason why she seemed so much more tough than him. Or maybe because she was not tortured and abused by everyone in the mines.
I would offer you to play a bit on my harmonica for you, but I left it at the Kay. But then again, I am not really good at it, so consider your first repay to be the fact that you got spared.
