08-25-2014, 08:45 AM
Pyotr hadn't really realized that he was afraid, but now that both of them had mentioned it, he was. He knew what Marcus could do to him if anyone found out. Although he doubted the man would. Marcus had taken him into his fold for no other reason than he wanted to help.
And Pyotr was afraid of his Luck. This strange power existed inside of him and he couldn't control when he used it. Embarrassment was necessary to make it work, and although he was a klutz, it was hard to find a way to use it when he didn't really want to draw much attention to himself.
Pyotr had been eating, mostly so he had an excuse not to talk. He really didn't want to talk about, as Jensen referred to it, the Gift. Jensen attempted to comfort him and it worked a little. He relaxed under the man's touch and speech, but still remained silent, listening to Jensen and Alex talk about the crazy man.
As Alex finished eating, she spoke directly to Pyotr, saying that the CCPD could protect him. She had known his fear, likely because of her job and had assumed that there was a person he was afraid of. She handed him and Jensen a business card. Pyotr placed it in his pocket and rose, offering his hand.
"Thank you Alex. I wish you the best of luck...and sorry I seemed a little cold for awhile."
He didn't feel the need to call the CCPD now, but something made him want to hold onto the card - a sort of primal fear. As Alex left, he placed the card in his wallet and sat back down to finish his coffee. His attention moved toward Jensen, who hadn't left yet and he wanted to ask the man questions, but nothing came to mind - his own thoughts occupied but the events of the day.
"Sorry, I'm not sure what to say."
And Pyotr was afraid of his Luck. This strange power existed inside of him and he couldn't control when he used it. Embarrassment was necessary to make it work, and although he was a klutz, it was hard to find a way to use it when he didn't really want to draw much attention to himself.
Pyotr had been eating, mostly so he had an excuse not to talk. He really didn't want to talk about, as Jensen referred to it, the Gift. Jensen attempted to comfort him and it worked a little. He relaxed under the man's touch and speech, but still remained silent, listening to Jensen and Alex talk about the crazy man.
As Alex finished eating, she spoke directly to Pyotr, saying that the CCPD could protect him. She had known his fear, likely because of her job and had assumed that there was a person he was afraid of. She handed him and Jensen a business card. Pyotr placed it in his pocket and rose, offering his hand.
"Thank you Alex. I wish you the best of luck...and sorry I seemed a little cold for awhile."
He didn't feel the need to call the CCPD now, but something made him want to hold onto the card - a sort of primal fear. As Alex left, he placed the card in his wallet and sat back down to finish his coffee. His attention moved toward Jensen, who hadn't left yet and he wanted to ask the man questions, but nothing came to mind - his own thoughts occupied but the events of the day.
"Sorry, I'm not sure what to say."