Fixer POV
Savage was okay in my eyes. Under all the shielding he had put around himself, I think it would take a while before we both lowered our armour, and as we got to know each other.
Baby steps. I tell myself. Baby steps.
We are both like a skittish animal, ready to flee back inside ourselves where it's safe, and put on a 'I don't care' attitude, and that won't get either of us anywhere, I am guilty of doing that most of my life, it was something I learned to do to survive a lot of rejections, and losses of friends.
I was so glad when the suggestion of bed came; I was not sure how much longer I could keep this neutral face while listening to Savage tell his story and of how much I had meant to him. That I was the reason he tried to keep alive when he was captive. It was like he h
