(ARLO)
"Why then are you so worried about what I might get up to do while you're sleeping?" I frown.
"Because your desire to take revenge against Sasha might outweigh your desire for my help. I don't want you to jab a fishing pole into my brain while I'm sleeping."
"You have your way with words." I shudder, climbing the cot then I lie down, staying as far away from Miles as I possibly can.
"Why would I lie to you that I trust you?" He asks as he joins me in the bed, carefully lowering himself into the cot. The cot squeaks beneath our weight and his bulk takes much of the room. He isn't trying to cuddle with me. That I know. Even so, our bodies are still pressed together.
"The feeling is mutual. I don't trust you either." I mutter.
