Instinctively, she leaned her head on his shoulder and curled her arm in his. "I feel like a fraud."
"A fraud? Why do you say that?"
"Well, when I first came to you, it was for a job—"
"And," he asked impatiently.
"I got a lot more than what I had expected. It all started with Beatrix, and somehow, along the way, you took the baton."
"Isn't that a good thing? I get to have you all to myself."
"Don't you ever feel like you've done more than enough?" In that moment, he supported her while he came to face her.
"As far as I'm concerned, Stella, I've not done any more than I've done for a beggar on the street. Forgive me for the context, I just want to let you understand what you think I might've done for you all these while—it's nothing much compared to what I wish to do for you."
"And what are those things?" She asked with a smile, completely diverting the topic.
