[ That look of determination, of whatever it takes - Booker sees it, and he doesn't care for it. He reaches a hand out, as if to stop her, perhaps, but draws back before he can get close. ]
Damn it, Elizabeth.
[ But the words are soft, and more resigned than angry. How had she done that? This had started out with him telling her she shouldn't see him anymore, and now he's all but agreeing to teach her how to fight?
He sinks into a chair, resting his head in his hands. Fleetingly, he wonders if she's right about the food, if eating something would ease the pain in his head, but even the thought of heating up more soup seems too much effort right now. ]
You aren't imposing.
[ That's not it at all. The reason he'd tried to pull away...it had had nothing to do with feeling imposed upon, or not enjoying her company. There are very few bright spots in Booker DeWitt's life, and Elizabeth is by far the brightest.
Not that he'd ever say as much. He wrinkles his nose, smelling copper, and fishes his handkerchief out just in time to keep from dripping blood onto his clothes. ]
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Damn it, Elizabeth.
[ But the words are soft, and more resigned than angry. How had she done that? This had started out with him telling her she shouldn't see him anymore, and now he's all but agreeing to teach her how to fight?
He sinks into a chair, resting his head in his hands. Fleetingly, he wonders if she's right about the food, if eating something would ease the pain in his head, but even the thought of heating up more soup seems too much effort right now. ]
You aren't imposing.
[ That's not it at all. The reason he'd tried to pull away...it had had nothing to do with feeling imposed upon, or not enjoying her company. There are very few bright spots in Booker DeWitt's life, and Elizabeth is by far the brightest.
Not that he'd ever say as much. He wrinkles his nose, smelling copper, and fishes his handkerchief out just in time to keep from dripping blood onto his clothes. ]