No reason to get mad. I don't have a whole lot goin' on right now anyway.
Do me a favor and stay as close to that building as possible, alright? I'll come and find you.
It's not like the picture he took was a long walk from his place and it was only a few minutes away because it initially was about finding a place that didn't seem too busy and was still public. He's en route to the location after he sends that second text, not waiting for a reply from her because he hopes she'll trust him enough to stay put and not go anywhere.
He won't touch the fact he's looking for someone he only just met to trust him enough for that, because that's probably some kind of discovery his shrink would comment on and he's not interested in that line of thinking right now.
In being back in society in a much more open way than he was back when he was on the run, he's gotten a little more used to the crowds that he once felt at home in. New York wasn't a place that slowed down over the decades and the crowds of people only serve as a test of skills he can't help but keep fine tuned even if he's a civilian and not a soldier or a weapon anymore.
He's scanning through the people as he gets closer to the spot from the picture he sent to her, ready to curse that maybe she used up all the trust she had to extend to him in her travel here when his eyes land on something. He doesn't waste time with his strides over, because maybe he recognizes something in that need to be as hidden as possible.
"I'm hopin' it wasn't too hard to find the place." He's doing a bit of a teasing once he approaches and extends his flesh hand forward, his palm facing out for her dog with her to know he's not a threat. "You don't look like a Maiden of Hell, for what it's worth."
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Do me a favor and stay as close to that building as possible, alright? I'll come and find you.
It's not like the picture he took was a long walk from his place and it was only a few minutes away because it initially was about finding a place that didn't seem too busy and was still public. He's en route to the location after he sends that second text, not waiting for a reply from her because he hopes she'll trust him enough to stay put and not go anywhere.
He won't touch the fact he's looking for someone he only just met to trust him enough for that, because that's probably some kind of discovery his shrink would comment on and he's not interested in that line of thinking right now.
In being back in society in a much more open way than he was back when he was on the run, he's gotten a little more used to the crowds that he once felt at home in. New York wasn't a place that slowed down over the decades and the crowds of people only serve as a test of skills he can't help but keep fine tuned even if he's a civilian and not a soldier or a weapon anymore.
He's scanning through the people as he gets closer to the spot from the picture he sent to her, ready to curse that maybe she used up all the trust she had to extend to him in her travel here when his eyes land on something. He doesn't waste time with his strides over, because maybe he recognizes something in that need to be as hidden as possible.
"I'm hopin' it wasn't too hard to find the place." He's doing a bit of a teasing once he approaches and extends his flesh hand forward, his palm facing out for her dog with her to know he's not a threat. "You don't look like a Maiden of Hell, for what it's worth."