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She couldn't help smiling as he turned away to consider the land around him. The tone he used sounded dismissive almost, but Geneva knew better without really knowing him at all. There was something underneath the careless words. She didn't know if it was pride, or fondness. But he was tied to these lands, something more than a sense of duty kept him here. She wasn't sure that a sense of duty alone could inspire his loyalty. It was obvious that he cared about this place, even as he tried his best not to show it.
It was a way to distance himself from others, to keep them at arms length. He made everything like business, such tiresome business. He probably thought that it would be easier that way. But Geneva was almost positive that was partly that hardest part of all for him. How much energy did it take to continually drive everyone away? It had to be exhausting.
Without being conscious of doing so, her chin rose resolutely. She had felt some sort of connection with this man, however slight. And he could try to drive her away if he chose to, but she was resolved to fight her way through his defenses. Because no matter how offensive he might get, he was really defending something. Hiding something. It couldn't be good to hold something so cold so close to his chest. She'd get through to him, she'd try anyway.
As she had thought before, no man could be an island. And although Jefferson was volatile as hell, she was certain he was worth the effort. She was certain that the slight glimpse she had seen of the man beneath the exterior was worthy of a suicide mission. After all, she thought wryly, she certainly had a death wish, continuing on with him the way she did when they first met. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you," she said, resolute to begin her new life.
It was a way to distance himself from others, to keep them at arms length. He made everything like business, such tiresome business. He probably thought that it would be easier that way. But Geneva was almost positive that was partly that hardest part of all for him. How much energy did it take to continually drive everyone away? It had to be exhausting.
Without being conscious of doing so, her chin rose resolutely. She had felt some sort of connection with this man, however slight. And he could try to drive her away if he chose to, but she was resolved to fight her way through his defenses. Because no matter how offensive he might get, he was really defending something. Hiding something. It couldn't be good to hold something so cold so close to his chest. She'd get through to him, she'd try anyway.
As she had thought before, no man could be an island. And although Jefferson was volatile as hell, she was certain he was worth the effort. She was certain that the slight glimpse she had seen of the man beneath the exterior was worthy of a suicide mission. After all, she thought wryly, she certainly had a death wish, continuing on with him the way she did when they first met. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you," she said, resolute to begin her new life.