Thyme hadn't moved, though Brie wasn't necessarily surprised by that. She hadn't moved either, her feet unwilling to put distance between her and Thyme. The silence was broken, "Would you rather have dated a man who kept secrets and could eventually give you a life without a target on your back, or one who was completely honest and couldn't?" A lump caught in her throat, her voice fighting for the surface of her lips, but Thyme barreled on, "You don't want this life, Brie. I know it, it's why you work your ass off to pay for school even though either Ghost or I could pay your way through easily...I was trying to give you that, Brie."<br/><br/>She knew he meant every word he said, understood his reasons, his choices. Still, the dishonesty burned through and she felt at a loss. "But Thyme, shouldn't that have been my own choice? Don't you trust me enough to know? No matter if I know or not, I have a target on my back. Whether it be through you or my brother, I am always a target. I have always been a target. We both know that. Shouldn't I have the right to know exactly why I am being targeted? What if someone had managed to get to me, Thyme? And there I would be, just thinking that they want to get to Ghost---but surprise! No, they want Thyme and I haven't prepared a list of answers for that, so here are all the goddamn beans!!" The longer she had talked, the more emotional she seemed to get, unable to rein in on her feelings. It wasn't really in Brie's nature to get hysterical, even at her most upset. Perhaps it was a side effect of being a part of Ghost's pack.<br/><br/>Her demeanor was tense, though she seemed to sag under exhaustion and stress. "The only thing I want, Thyme, is you. All of you. If that means you leading PM, that's fine...just be honest with me. That's all I've ever asked of you, Thyme," she said softly, chin quivering. Her statement was true, after all Brie wasn't much of a demanding person. The one thing she had specified with Thyme when they had first started to mingle was that he be honest with her. It was a request she had repeated throughout their time together and for the first time, Thyme hadn't been truthful. Or, as far as she knew it was the first time.