Thoughts on Bree, Part Four

For a small town this place is very shady.
Almost as if for every good, honest citizen, there is one whose morals are very flexible.
Almost as if they thrive here, able to hide easily among others like themselves.
Corrupt, rotting little town.

Don't sleep well.
Fucking ribs.
Fucking northern beast and his fucking heavy stomping foot. 
Ro winced and recoiled when he saw the bruises. Shocked.
Good, honest citizen. Not used to seeing the aftermath of fights. Not close up.
Shook it off quickly though. Helped bind them again. Told me to rest and let him take care of things. Insisted, laughed and told me to swallow my pride. 
Good, caring man...
He'll become a distraction if I let him. 
Sleepless nights and a bit more free time on my hands can be used to my advantage.
But not if I spend them pining over a man like a love-struck little girl.