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He runs a hand across his face , he is dizzy , he looks beated up, and he is beaten up , still recovering from his ' night job '. Still with some dry blood under his nose, he hasn't had time to clean away , a black eye , some cuts across his face. Everything hurts , now this , he / needed / to sit down and he does , he sits on the chair in front of her , looking up to her eyes , his eyes express just pain , not physical but something / else / he could not put into words. He nodded with his head as he closed his eyes .
This was hard , he could support her or completely reject this , reject her , turn around, and leave. Words try to come out , but he filters them , he doesn't want to say something he will regret the next days , months, or even his life wich by his lifestyle , uncontrolled and violent , would not be long enough to regret anything. He keeps silence , before reaching out and grabbing her hands holding both of them tight "Vi — you already made up your mind ... listen I can't — agree with you ... but I can — try to have my faith in you just ... " his eyes expression changed , he looked so tired , and what he was saying would never come out of his mouth for anyone else , always her , the exception in his life. " at least tell me you won't let them cross the line , Vivi — please "
