He's waiting for something. More questions, or maybe even a dismissal. But he supposes even being someone she wants nothing to do with, this would be a lot to process. He stays quiet and stays back. Even when her face drops to her hands, he doesn't move.
When she speaks his breath rushes out, catching on his relief, on the pain of needing ask this. "Thank you," He just barely manages. "Thank you. They'll... they'll take care of her."
It's not perfect security but at least they'll all be prepared. Oscar and Felipe were clever. They could outsmart a whole lot together. His daughter would be safe. And Imelda...
He sees her, her face still in her hands. His own hand finds his cane and he takes a step towards her. The soft tap of his cane, the shuffle of his feet, and her own breath are the only sounds.
"I'm sorry. For all of this," He says. He never wanted to be a danger. He never wanted a lot of things. "You'll look after yourself too, right? Just in case? You..." His brow furrows with confusion. "Imelda, are you... alright?"
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When she speaks his breath rushes out, catching on his relief, on the pain of needing ask this. "Thank you," He just barely manages. "Thank you. They'll... they'll take care of her."
It's not perfect security but at least they'll all be prepared. Oscar and Felipe were clever. They could outsmart a whole lot together. His daughter would be safe. And Imelda...
He sees her, her face still in her hands. His own hand finds his cane and he takes a step towards her. The soft tap of his cane, the shuffle of his feet, and her own breath are the only sounds.
"I'm sorry. For all of this," He says. He never wanted to be a danger. He never wanted a lot of things. "You'll look after yourself too, right? Just in case? You..." His brow furrows with confusion. "Imelda, are you... alright?"