“ky, come on —” she shoots him a questioning glare, shaking her head as she glances back down to her couch, pulling her legs up until she can settle herself fully back into the corner. that’s not true. that can’t be true, as earnest as it might SOUND. it’s not like she’d ever done anything to endear herself to him, other than letting him stay. eyebrows furrow, and she takes a breath, glancing up again reluctantly before she sighs. “do you honestly mean that?”

_{he thought the answer would be enough. he thought it would sooth her fears, but she asked more. maybe ky should have expected it, but all he wanted – all he really wanted – was the house. the damage he could inflict on hell, heaven, or otherwise was great. a reason to why he made sure to lower his voice- just enough- so maybe he could lie his way through this. “— yes, i really do.”}