She stares him down, unable to read through his words. It's not new. She's become accustomed to the way he talks about his life like there's a dark pall hanging over it, but she's never understood why. She's as much in danger as he is, as far as she can tell and it's not easy, but she still works, she still makes tentative friendships, and she still, occasionally, stays.
Not that Charley should thank her for that considering the outcome she had brought with her decision, but she'd chosen her emotions over pragmatism and even John had noticed how happy she'd been.
"Fine," she says with a nod of her head. "Then here's the deal, Caliban Leandros, the most difficult man I've met. And that's saying something coming from me, considering how difficult I am," she points out, gripping the bed with her good hand. "I'm not getting any younger. My life isn't getting any safer. You're dangerous. I accept that because you accepted that my life isn't easy, but god, am I tired of being pushed away. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to anyone," she clarifies, with heavy emphasis on the word. "So when you're ready to stop walking away, I'm going to be here. You take your reality as it comes," she says, genuinely understanding that if he thinks he needs to do this, then he needs to.
It's been how she's had to operate for years.
"I won't stop loving you," she informs him patiently. "And I won't hide the fact that yes, if you weren't so intent on convincing me how crucial it is that you run away, there's parts of you I want to know better. Do I think you're going to come around?" She gives a helpless smile (aware of the depressing reality they live in), shrugging her shoulders. "If I'm Sarah Connor now, for all the world to see, and I'm going to be attacked anyway, then I'm tired of not saying what I should. You can walk out that fucking door, but you're going to do it knowing that I love you and I will be here and that I will fight anything," she finishes, with an edge of stubborn determination.
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Not that Charley should thank her for that considering the outcome she had brought with her decision, but she'd chosen her emotions over pragmatism and even John had noticed how happy she'd been.
"Fine," she says with a nod of her head. "Then here's the deal, Caliban Leandros, the most difficult man I've met. And that's saying something coming from me, considering how difficult I am," she points out, gripping the bed with her good hand. "I'm not getting any younger. My life isn't getting any safer. You're dangerous. I accept that because you accepted that my life isn't easy, but god, am I tired of being pushed away. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to anyone," she clarifies, with heavy emphasis on the word. "So when you're ready to stop walking away, I'm going to be here. You take your reality as it comes," she says, genuinely understanding that if he thinks he needs to do this, then he needs to.
It's been how she's had to operate for years.
"I won't stop loving you," she informs him patiently. "And I won't hide the fact that yes, if you weren't so intent on convincing me how crucial it is that you run away, there's parts of you I want to know better. Do I think you're going to come around?" She gives a helpless smile (aware of the depressing reality they live in), shrugging her shoulders. "If I'm Sarah Connor now, for all the world to see, and I'm going to be attacked anyway, then I'm tired of not saying what I should. You can walk out that fucking door, but you're going to do it knowing that I love you and I will be here and that I will fight anything," she finishes, with an edge of stubborn determination.