[ He won't argue further with her. A nostalgic note in his heart tell him that he's probably never won an arguement with her. If she insists, it's just best to let her do what she wants. He's not in the mood to fight her anyway. Instead, he just rests a little, barely resisting the way he wants to put it over her shoulders and pull her close again. They aren't like that anymore. They are different people. He has to keep the two lives separate.
He resists until they are almost at her safehouse, but by the time they arrive, he does have his arm over her shoulder in a way that's far too familiar.]
I suppose this is our stop.
[Of course he'll get out first to make certain it's secure.]
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He resists until they are almost at her safehouse, but by the time they arrive, he does have his arm over her shoulder in a way that's far too familiar.]
I suppose this is our stop.
[Of course he'll get out first to make certain it's secure.]