"No they aren’t. He needs me, I need him. Don’t do this." she stared up to his eyes willingly "Please."
She almost felt something similar to pity for him. What was he really? A cast off version of the real thing? A mistake. But she remembered the fear she had felt the night before, she didn’t know if she was about to me murdered or tortured… she didn’t know if the kids were safe. If anyone was safe. It was all a quick terrifying blurr. Good men don’t do that, she reminded herself. Get out.
He sat back down on the chair and sighed. “Look, I’m- I’m sorry for this. I just hoped to have a friend like him. To have that life.” His smile was weak, but his remarks were strong. It seemed they actually gave her some strikes of doubt. Maybe she even pitied him. The Twin buried his head in his hands in a way that wasn’t too dramatical.