He didn't even have to ask or nothin'. No bargaining chips, no conning her into or out of it, no... none of that stuff. None of that artificial stuff. No I'll turn your 30 grand into 3 million by Wednesday. Funny what money does to people, ain't it. No you kiss, I tell. Why did he really do that anyhow, back in the jungle, when he didn't even have the damn inhalers? To prove a point, that's how come. To prove he wasn't what they thought, but somethin' even worse.
To keep people away. That old saying, the one that goes what you don't know can't hurt you? It might be a little optimistic but he gets the gist of it. You don't know there's a man on the rooftop with a sniper rifle aimed at your heart? Hell, you'll have a few happy last moments. Ain't no rooftop snipers here. Just him and Freckles. They could be each others' own private snipers. Steal each others' hearts. If that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes. If it don't, it don't. There's a time and place for pragmatism.
And then there's a time and place to say you know what, Sawyer? Maybe you were right about those pills. He ain't gonna preempt one for the other or nothin'; it's just a thing he makes note of.
(You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh) That Sam fella got it wrong. That kiss he conned Freckles out of back there when he was tied up? Just a kiss. The one he stole from her early on here at the import/export store? Just a kiss. The one she just gave him? Way more than just a kiss and the both of them know it.
So what changed? What changed since you run, I con? When the light bulb clicks on, he smiles real quiet to himself. She's still runnin'. Except this time she switched direction and ran toward him instead of away.
He likes that. Don't mean it's a permanent state of affairs, but he likes it. His hand runs down her hair to the back of her neck, then moves to the side of her face.
"Come on, Freckles." This time, she gets to pick the nature of their burgers and fries. And whichever one she chooses, he's good with it 'cause that kiss she gave him's an answer all its own.
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To keep people away. That old saying, the one that goes what you don't know can't hurt you? It might be a little optimistic but he gets the gist of it. You don't know there's a man on the rooftop with a sniper rifle aimed at your heart? Hell, you'll have a few happy last moments. Ain't no rooftop snipers here. Just him and Freckles. They could be each others' own private snipers. Steal each others' hearts. If that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes. If it don't, it don't. There's a time and place for pragmatism.
And then there's a time and place to say you know what, Sawyer? Maybe you were right about those pills. He ain't gonna preempt one for the other or nothin'; it's just a thing he makes note of.
(You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh) That Sam fella got it wrong. That kiss he conned Freckles out of back there when he was tied up? Just a kiss. The one he stole from her early on here at the import/export store? Just a kiss. The one she just gave him? Way more than just a kiss and the both of them know it.
So what changed? What changed since you run, I con? When the light bulb clicks on, he smiles real quiet to himself. She's still runnin'. Except this time she switched direction and ran toward him instead of away.
He likes that. Don't mean it's a permanent state of affairs, but he likes it. His hand runs down her hair to the back of her neck, then moves to the side of her face.
"Come on, Freckles." This time, she gets to pick the nature of their burgers and fries. And whichever one she chooses, he's good with it 'cause that kiss she gave him's an answer all its own.