held my heart deep in hair
"Are you afraid?"
"Afraid? Afraid of what?"
The repetition only stilted the conversation. Minoth knew that. Like hell, did he know that. And hell was subjective, apparently.
Addam wormed his way around the deflection, though, as he always did, whether knowingly or not.
"Having a Driver again," he said quietly. "I imagine it must be...quite hard."
"Psh. Not the end of the world."
"And is that how low your standards are, now?"
Minoth sighed, but then his breath caught as he realized the gravity of his next retort.
"Addam, when I have you I don't need standards. Nobody does."