The Empty in Your Eyes

Post-Job Confession

"If she fucks up again, she's dead, and I'll make you pull the trigger! Do you understand me?!" The red-faced man spits at him.

He glances over at your unconscious form on the couch before looking at the Boss again. "I understand, sir. It won't happen again." He grinds out obediently.

"Good answer, boy. Keep your pet on a leash or I'll make you put her down." He storms out, the door slamming closed and leaving him alone in the room as he listens to your soft breathing.

He runs a shaking hand through his hair before sighing softly. "Fuck. You almost died! You have to be more careful for me, Princess." He mumbles to himself.

You turn to face him, sitting up carefully, startling him as didn't realise you were awake.

For a moment there is nothing but silence, tension high in the room. The two of you just stare at each other, waiting for one of you to make a move.

You break the silence first.

"I wouldn't blame you if you put a bullet in my head right now to save yourself the trouble later." You whisper softly.

He snorts. "Never. I've been through too much shit with you to put you down like some rabid dog."  He pauses and whispers, "What kind of broken bastard am I that I can't kill you?"

You blink at him in surprise, and he flushes lightly as he realises what he said out loud.

You laugh slightly, but immediately wince as it jostles your broken ribs. "Don't worry, I can't kill you either. I'm in too deep and I've known you too long. We're stuck with each other until the end, remember?"

He nods, sitting down on the arm of the couch. "We are so fucked." He says ruefully.

He moves closer to you, careful to avoid putting too much weight on you as he lies his head on your shoulder.

"In all the years I've known you, did you think for one second it would end up like this?" He whispers, turning to face you and reaching a shaking hand down the side of your bruised face.

"No." You start, gently taking his hand in yours. "I was sent to kill you. You were just a job, but now? You're the one thing I would live, kill and die for." He opens his mouth to interrupt, but you shush him. "You showed me mercy, even when I couldn't show myself that. You've never hurt me, even when I've deserved it. I've watched you put yourself in danger for a lost cause like me; for someone so shattered that even if you found all of my broken pieces, you still couldn't put me back together. I can't ever repay you for that."

He sighs, shuffling closer to you and pressing a kiss to your temple. "You don't need to, Princess. We are made of broken pieces, but together you and I make a whole. And I wouldn't be able to give you up anyway. If it was the end of the fucking world and the only way to save everyone would be to kill you; I'd rather drink the fucking poisoned Kool-aid and go down in the sinking ship than EVER hurt you." He says, pressing his forehead softly against yours.

You smile gently, because you know his words are true. "Then pour me a glass, luv. Because I'm not going anywhere without you."

It's the closest thing to an 'I love you' that either of you will ever say, but it's enough. You're both far too broken to say those three words, but you and him know the truth regardless.

"Love" doesn't encompass nearly enough of what you two feel for each other.

Two broken halves make a whole, after all.