leighbreckenridge:
detectivedonovan:
leighbreckenridge:
“I never once said I wanted you to live your life scared,” she argued. “I want you to be careful.”
“I am careful, okay? I always have been, but I’m not going to start looking over my shoulder at every turn. It’s not who I am.”
Leigh sighed and got up, shaking her head, “Just nevermind, Matthew,” she said, moving off into the kitchen to get herself a glass of wine.
Matthew sighed as he pushed himself off the couch, rubbing his temples as he followed her into the kitchen, “Everything is going to be fine, okay? You’re stuck with me until I’m old and wrinkled, yelling at whipper snappers to get off my damn lawn.”