As we walked the narrow deck away from the helipad, I tried to get my thoughts in order.
I searched for a way to start the conversation. I didn’t even know what I wanted, I just wanted it to be better.
“I don’t get you.” I started.
“... Thank you.” He said after a second. “That’s really what I was going for.”
That wasn’t really the answer I was expecting. I thought he would get all defensive, like most men.
“But… How can you live like this? I mean. What exactly do you want from me?”
“I thought I had made that clear on day one.”
“You did. Then you undid. This is… It is all confusing. You are confusing. I’m sent on errands where I have no idea what’s happening, dealing with dangerous and weird people, like I’m some sort of secret agent, but at the same time you shower me with gifts,
