He hadn’t actually expected her to get so close to him, and his heart fluttered a bit, both because of nerves and well…anytime he imagined getting this close to her it wasn’t exactly PG rated. Sam took a deep breath, trying to flush those thoughts in his head as they had become quite unfortunately vivid. God, this was NOT the time for this. Unfortunately, the conflict and the closeness was just too much for his mind to pass up, and despite his best efforts to keep his cool, not all of him agreed with his efforts. “Why’re you being so stubborn about this?” he asked, deliberately ignoring the dull throbbing between his legs. At least, the alley was dark, and right now his dick seemed more…vaguely curious than at full attention. Maybe if he just kept talking it would realize it’s mistake and go away. “It’s not that I don’t think you can take care of yourself, but…I just don’t want you walking head on into trouble. It’s a headache for everyone, and I don’t want to see ya run out of town or worse. Why’re you so…I don’t know. Why does me caring piss you off so much?” Without thinking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter, offering it to her wordlessly. He sighed, wishing he had more to say and annoyed that he could still feel himself stubbornly at half mast because of course that would happen to him. “I got no reason to trick ya…” He knew the words weren’t much, but he meant them. He just wished he could convince her of that.
He got it wrong — all wrong. Knowing someone cared for you, specially after spending half your life begging and giving your dignity away in exchange for other people’s attention, wasn’t half bad. There was a reason why Sally wanted him gone, but she also didn’t feel ready to open herself up to Sam and let him see everything inside her ached to be wanted… Money made up for the perfect excuse; everyone who ever knew her would agree the junkie wasn’t exactly talented nor crafty — take away her little business and she’d end up on the streets, living off of other people’s charity. There were worse things than being shot to death by some nameless kingpin. “This is a free country, ain’t it? No means no —— and I said no.” Though she did notice the flickering flame of a lighter being offered to her, Sally took her time to carefully set the white cigarette in place, all while staring into his eyes she could barely see under the hat resting atop his head. If only nights weren’t so dark… under the proper light, the shadow of something growing inside the man’s trousers wouldn’t have gone unnoticed and then… well, she wasn’t exactly what people called a saint — Sally knew her way around men, better than most whores out there. “Do like a fucking tree and leave… you said it yourself, I’m nothing but the thorn in everyone’s side. Always have, always will be.” Her eyes never leaving his, the junkie took one final step forward and let the tip of her cigarette be engulfed by the same fire making her own gaze shine like diamonds — sad, cloudy diamonds. Once a generous puff of smoke was deeply inhaled and filled up her lungs, Sally leaned her head back and offered him a smirk, bottom lip caught between white teeth. “Or stay and keep me company —— if you know what ‘in fucking silence’ means.”