He could use that look for so much evil. She would merrily go traipsing into a lot of things for that look. It was his eagerness she needed to rein in, his willingness to throw himself entirely into what he thought she needed or wanted, when all that mattered to her now was him. "Please don't. For a variety of reasons, but for the most selfish one being that I want to see you and be with you, and that's going to be hard if all you're doing is working. We're a team now, Diego. We're supposed to do this together. That means," she said, chiding him as she slid her hands up along his thighs, then used her grip to lever herself up to her feet, where she held her hands out for him to stand with her if he wanted to, "that to work together, you need to talk to me. I know the gist of your past, but not all of it, but I don't know what could make you feel like you couldn't just come tell me that this place didn't feel good for you, for whatever reason, and you wanted to find something that did. Together."
It hurt a little, but she shoved that aside, because this moment wasn't really about her. He'd gotten himself dressed up, then worked up over just the thought of asking her something. It hurt that he felt he couldn't just ask her, but those glimpses into his past hadn't shown a lot of healthy opening up. Not that her own had been much better, but his lack of... confidence, if that was even the right word, about himself and his worth and how much stock he had with her in that regard... She really wanted to kill his dad. "This place doesn't exactly hold a lot of great memories for me. A lot of blood and ghosts, sure." Kilgrave had been here. Some part of her thought she was taking it back by staying, but maybe that's why his voice was always able to find its way to hiss into her ear.
Putting herself in his shoes, she tried to see how she'd feel about moving into a place with him where he'd had past lovers over. Where he'd rolled around with them in the bed they shared. Where memories of them lingered. Diego would feel a thrum of jealousy tremble along that bond. Oh, yeah. She could definitely understand why he'd asked. Just not why he was so nervous. "Did you... did you think I'd be mad about it? Mad at you?"
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It hurt a little, but she shoved that aside, because this moment wasn't really about her. He'd gotten himself dressed up, then worked up over just the thought of asking her something. It hurt that he felt he couldn't just ask her, but those glimpses into his past hadn't shown a lot of healthy opening up. Not that her own had been much better, but his lack of... confidence, if that was even the right word, about himself and his worth and how much stock he had with her in that regard... She really wanted to kill his dad. "This place doesn't exactly hold a lot of great memories for me. A lot of blood and ghosts, sure." Kilgrave had been here. Some part of her thought she was taking it back by staying, but maybe that's why his voice was always able to find its way to hiss into her ear.
Putting herself in his shoes, she tried to see how she'd feel about moving into a place with him where he'd had past lovers over. Where he'd rolled around with them in the bed they shared. Where memories of them lingered. Diego would feel a thrum of jealousy tremble along that bond. Oh, yeah. She could definitely understand why he'd asked. Just not why he was so nervous. "Did you... did you think I'd be mad about it? Mad at you?"