“I’ve never been one to make promises I
can’t keep,” I said softly.
He stared at me. I thought I saw a tear
start in his eye, but then his face tightened.
“No, you haven’t been," he said, moving his
hand back to his side. “I’m leaving for work. I want you here when
I get back; I want that more than anything in the world, but I know
that look in your eye. I know you’ve made up your mind, in the same
way that I have. It's a shame we don't want the same things, but we
don’t. If you could find it in your heart to stay here, and restart
life with me, it would make my decade, but if you can't, I won't
hate you. I will help you run Passenger Industries as much as I
can. Hell, let’s be honest, I’ll keep running for us, because it is
security, Peter, and we both know that I will show up to all the
meetings when I have to. I will be the one to wave and smile and
give a few directions like your parents did. I’ll play the normal