He sighs, "Right...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hissed at you like that." Her brows furrow, a small pang in her chest when she goes back to gazing at him, "...I thought, I thought I had done something wrong for you to stop picking me up. Have I done something?" "No, never..." He took a step forward, "Never, like I said...Civilian problems. I'm sorry, I should've at least let you know." She was the first to break eye contact, but he wasn't having it. He picked up her chin, "...What's happened here?" Her scarf came undone, and she knew exactly what he was asking about. She picks up her scarf and wraps it tighter around her neck, covering the hand marks. "A rash...I'm alright," in her gut, she knew he didn't believe her. "A rash doesn't look like a chokehold, Mare." --- ▮▮▯▯▯ Mature scenes and language I do not own any artwork ♥︎