The smile he gave her at that was very private. "I wouldn't have minded trapping you between me and a locker, but I wouldn't have wanted to embarrass you." She must have been thing G-rated in the way they acted publicly, because... well, suffice to say if she had heard any of the vast number of things he imagined, she wouldn't have said the same. Also, he distinctly remembered a certain girl who had had, one more than one occasion, decided to attempt to rip his clothes off. Her mind certainly was not G-rated either, he imagined.
He extended the pinky of his free arm, very gently curling it around hers and lifting their hands up and down once. "I imagine you think I'm going to say yes. Actually, that's true. I will be mad. But I have regretfully accepted that you are never going to listen to my voice of reason, and I have no way of stopping you outside the fact that you limp and I do not. Just... please, please be careful."
That was it. That was him, accepting defeat. He couldn't keep fighting her all the time, not when it wasn't doing any good to either of them except stressing them both out. The only thing on his side was his speed; her stubbornness was his mortal enemy, and he would not be able to defeat it about this.
"Tonight will be better, I promise. We can stay in... we can go wherever you want. As long as we're together, I don't care what happens." Stefan had already become what Edward considered a good, trustworthy friend, but Bella needed him more, and he needed her a lot more. "I can tell that, despite your lie, you are judging me. I am relatively okay with this. It was only a squirrel the size of a cougar. I think we can agree never to speak about either again, however."
Besides, Edward wasn't about murdering children if... this thing was still alive. He wasn't sure how a child had burned her arms, but no one touched his Bella. He couldn't imagine she meant a literal child. Maybe it was like the not-Zato, the not-him, that simply looked like one.
Which brought him to the thought of something attempting to look like him to hurt her -
"It's better this way," he cocked his head to watch her expression. "I feel like less of a murderer."
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He extended the pinky of his free arm, very gently curling it around hers and lifting their hands up and down once. "I imagine you think I'm going to say yes. Actually, that's true. I will be mad. But I have regretfully accepted that you are never going to listen to my voice of reason, and I have no way of stopping you outside the fact that you limp and I do not. Just... please, please be careful."
That was it. That was him, accepting defeat. He couldn't keep fighting her all the time, not when it wasn't doing any good to either of them except stressing them both out. The only thing on his side was his speed; her stubbornness was his mortal enemy, and he would not be able to defeat it about this.
"Tonight will be better, I promise. We can stay in... we can go wherever you want. As long as we're together, I don't care what happens." Stefan had already become what Edward considered a good, trustworthy friend, but Bella needed him more, and he needed her a lot more. "I can tell that, despite your lie, you are judging me. I am relatively okay with this. It was only a squirrel the size of a cougar. I think we can agree never to speak about either again, however."
Besides, Edward wasn't about murdering children if... this thing was still alive. He wasn't sure how a child had burned her arms, but no one touched his Bella. He couldn't imagine she meant a literal child. Maybe it was like the not-Zato, the not-him, that simply looked like one.
Which brought him to the thought of something attempting to look like him to hurt her -
"It's better this way," he cocked his head to watch her expression. "I feel like less of a murderer."