Lion Head Mesa Hate when you tell me that you'll wait

Tell me what you wish to see instead.

It was a simple thing, no? He thought it so.

You. In his place. And me— He paused, eyes flickering with the tiniest movement as he studied her expression. — by your side. In which way, he did not care. So long as he was in a position able enough to protect her until fate deemed it her end.