 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
The way Tate was watching him was nerve wracking, and when he finally decided to speak it was worse. Half out of pure fear of respect for the man, a quarter out of guilt for being so rudely blunt, and a quarter of being determined not to back down, he found himself meeting the man's gaze and not moving. "If I reworded it, would it make things better?"
He needed to stop talking, right now, but there was a fear pushing him forward to dangerous grounds again. It would be the same question, the same meaning." Biting his bottom lip, he sucked in a bit of air, as if trying to take his words back. "I don't mean disrespect Sir, but as I am already on the frank path I may as well finish on it. You are scaring me." Not for the words he had just spoken, not for the gaze he was being held under, not for the fatherly-respect he held for the man, but for the little glances and expressions that had started to show through. Scared didn't even describe it properly.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |