What kept him with her was probably the look in those eyes. That unconditional trust, that faith, that acceptance. Aiko wouldn't throw a fit at him, wouldn't cut him off and scream her way. Once he'd thought he'd need to give a world or two for one person like that. Ironically, that very thing had fallen into his life without warning or price of blood.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"That makes one of us, at the least."</span>Tarrok tried to complain. Yes, she had a point and no, he didn't want to acknowledge it right now. If it had been someone like Kardoon that had taken the job, she never would have made it out of the tank. Never would have tolerated her trying to come along.<br/><br/>Powerfully built arms gently drew her a little closer. Cradled her like the treasure she was. Kissed her like the goddess she was. He had so much that he wanted to say, how much he loved her and how much he wanted to be with her.<br/><br/>Slim fingers seemed to disappear into his own. Intent stayed true, but he found no words for them. Instead, he decided to just be here. Quiet and solid, and that would be enough to make the point.<br/><br/>Tarrok kissed the top of her head, still holding her with his free arm. He ran his hand soothingly down her back, his other fingers trying to wind with hers.