Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

Cole let out a low chuckle, deep and gravelly. Yeah, yeah, keep tellin’ yourself that, he drawled, shaking his head. He glanced over at her, amusement flickering in his sharp, knowing gaze.
He let the silence stretch for a beat, like he was considering her challenge. Then, he scoffed. Ain’t gotta do somethin’ outright stupid to be reckless, he pointed out. It’s the way you move. The way you think. His eyes flicked over her, assessing, before he gave a slow shake of his head. You run on impulse, Twitch. You ever even think about where you’re headed before you start runnin’?
There was no real bite to it—just the kind of dry, knowing humor that only came from a man who’d seen too much and had the scars to prove it.
Shit, he muttered, huffing through his nose, maybe I should be the one worryin’ if you’re old enough.