6.8.1.
Sitting in the Charger, Fi takes a deep breath and reminds
herself that he's just lost his brother, is holding onto sane by his
fingernails, feels like the world will explode if he loses anyone else, and on
top of all of that, he's still dealing with the lingering traces of last
night's almost alcohol poisoning.
She knows this. Just like she knows he picked a fight with
her because that's easier than dealing with his fear.
And she knows it's natural to want to take what's precious
and wrap it up nice and safe when you're scared.
But she really hopes he gets over wanting to treat her like
a piece of fine china that needs to be swaddled in bubble wrap and hidden in a
safe soon. Because if he keeps doing this it's going to drive her insane.
And more importantly, it's likely to get one of them killed.
She loves Sam, not that she'd ever say that. And she knows
Jesse is very good at what he does. But she also knows that she's a better
driver, better marksman, much better at explosives, and a better actor than
either of them.
When Michael needs to bring his A game, he needs her.
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