Lalo is now, of course, wondering why he didn't just throw her out into the fog. If she thinks the blisters on her face look bad now, just imagine what they would have looked like if he'd thrown her out! It would have served her right!
How many times has she made him look like a fool now? It's infuriating! And embarrassing, too. Worse than that, it reminds him he's vulnerable here, in a way he's never had to worry about before. If she can get in, who else can? Nobody, Lalo tries to reassure himself, but deep down he's not sure if nobody else has gotten in simply because nobody else has tried.
And he's still thinking about what she said earlier. What would have happened if she hadn't broken in? He probably would've woken up on his own, anyway, unable to sleep through his own coughing. But what if he hadn't?
Anyway, she's here now and they're stuck with each other. Something about her had coaxed out something more nurturing out of him, something gentler. Something that remembers she'd taken care of him, or maybe just something that doesn't want the game to end.
Her smart remark draws an irritated huff from Lalo, who fights not to allow a smirk onto his features. "Bullshit!" he says, shaking a finger admonishingly at her. "You think those weak little girl arms could hang onto me if I wanted to shake you off? I doubt it." He offers her own an arm, like he wants to test it. His eyes glitter mockingly.
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How many times has she made him look like a fool now? It's infuriating! And embarrassing, too. Worse than that, it reminds him he's vulnerable here, in a way he's never had to worry about before. If she can get in, who else can? Nobody, Lalo tries to reassure himself, but deep down he's not sure if nobody else has gotten in simply because nobody else has tried.
And he's still thinking about what she said earlier. What would have happened if she hadn't broken in? He probably would've woken up on his own, anyway, unable to sleep through his own coughing. But what if he hadn't?
Anyway, she's here now and they're stuck with each other. Something about her had coaxed out something more nurturing out of him, something gentler. Something that remembers she'd taken care of him, or maybe just something that doesn't want the game to end.
Her smart remark draws an irritated huff from Lalo, who fights not to allow a smirk onto his features. "Bullshit!" he says, shaking a finger admonishingly at her. "You think those weak little girl arms could hang onto me if I wanted to shake you off? I doubt it." He offers her own an arm, like he wants to test it. His eyes glitter mockingly.