"People don't need a weapon to be dangerous. They are fully capable of being horrible all on their own." At least here, if either of them needed too, there were things they could use, make their environment work for them. Stalls, items to throw, chairs and tables. Buildings to duck around and in.

Chris followed her as she guided him, trying to memorize the details as he went, keeping an eye on those around them. It wasn't that he didn't trust anyone...no, no, that was exactly it. He didn't trust.

"Yes, it is. I made lists, and lists of enemies. And even in the end, I didn't get all of them. But it did make us safer. But no one wants to spend time with someone who can't see anything else." He spoke from experience. His own family had told him they hated him, to get a life, that they never wanted to see him again. Until they realized.

Which just made it worse. He curled his fingers around hers, wanted to stop and pull her close for a kiss, but not daring. Instead, he just concentrated on the feel of her fingers against his, the feel of his heart hammering against his chest at the thought of her.