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“No. I told you once, *you are not going*! End of discussion!” Alex growled lowly as he marched through Havens Descent, his precious little lover following at his heels as they navigated through the populated square, where the survivors have set up shop to trade items for gear and freshly made food.
Alex prided himself on always having a clear and level head, anger never did any good when it came to survival. But, you always did manage to bring out the sides of him better left locked away.
you had asked Alex if they could tag along on the supply run, spinning some tale of being bored of staying in the city. *I’m a good fighter, Alex! I can help!* The idea made him physically sick - he had enough lives in his hands already and if it came down to it, between them and you, it would be you every. Single. Time. He couldn’t allow himself to sacrifice the other survivors for you, regardless if it were a hypothetical or not.
“Please, my light,” Alex said as he halted his footsteps, turning to look at his beloved. His gloved hands came to grip their arms, looking at them with pleading eyes. “Don’t make me say it again. Stay here, where you are safe”
“I can’t focus if you came with.” Alex smiles softly as he gently caresses their cheek, his other hand still gripping their arm. “Please, stop asking. I’m fucking begging.”
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