No! I can't continue...

You stow away your gun and kneel down to be level with her eyes. You wipe her tears and embrace her and ask if she’s alright. She wraps her arms around you awkwardly and clears her throat. Her voice normalized once again as she started to explain she was actually OK. You continued to hug her even as she laughed and said she was just acting. Truth to be told though, you didn’t like seeing her that much terror.

Delilah choked slightly and started to hug you back tightly. “I...wasn’t aware you were this protective of me. I’m sorry for making you see me like that.”

Both of you hold onto each other for a few minutes just listening to each other's heartbeats and inhales. She pulls back and smiles at you gingerly. “I love you. I don’t want to hurt me. If you’re not comfortable doing this with me, we won’t have to do this kind thing anymore.”

She seems oddly...Relieved that the roleplaying came to a sudden stop, but you aren’t sure it is because you’ve stopped or that you have shown her real-life emotion after showing you fake pain and panic. She holds onto your hands and tilts her head as she leans in to look at you better.

“I don’t feel like doing anything else today, but I don’t really want to go home either. Would you mind if I stayed here until you are finished getting ready?” She’s blushing now, but her eyes are still fixed onto yours. She swallows, noting your silence to her question. “However, if you don’t want me her-”

“Please stay for as long as you’d like. You can talk as much as you’d like too. I’m...in need of some proper company.”

Her face flares with red and her eyes widen. There’s no fighting the smile that quickly stretches her lips. “Thank you. And...Uhm...Sorry...again...For wanting to do that.”