→ gun shy
Living with Jim Moriarty has been an interesting experience. In the months that they have occupied the same space, Violet has grown accustomed to the odd hours that her fiance keeps and the way he conducts his business. Sometimes, she counts the minutes that Moriarty is gone and there is a lingering fear in the back of her mind that perhaps something has happened.
But then he walks through the door, calling for her in sing-song and her worries ebb for the night.
Today will be no different.
Violet has situated herself in one of the spare rooms that she has commandeered and turned into an office for herself, separate from the office that Jim keeps. She glances at the clock on her laptop screen and clicks her tongue, considering taking the effort to text Moran to see where exactly her fiance was.
Instead, she takes a break from running the calculations she has busied herself with in an effort to solve P vs. NP and begins to move to the kitchen. She trails her hand down the banister of the stairs and when she comes to the bottom of the staircase she can hear the sounds of a key in the lock.
"Is that you, Jim?" she calls, loud enough so that he might hear from outside the door. She smiles and comes to meet him at the door, unfastening the lock from the inside. "And here I was starting to worry."
"-God, what happened to your face?"
But then he walks through the door, calling for her in sing-song and her worries ebb for the night.
Today will be no different.
Violet has situated herself in one of the spare rooms that she has commandeered and turned into an office for herself, separate from the office that Jim keeps. She glances at the clock on her laptop screen and clicks her tongue, considering taking the effort to text Moran to see where exactly her fiance was.
Instead, she takes a break from running the calculations she has busied herself with in an effort to solve P vs. NP and begins to move to the kitchen. She trails her hand down the banister of the stairs and when she comes to the bottom of the staircase she can hear the sounds of a key in the lock.
"Is that you, Jim?" she calls, loud enough so that he might hear from outside the door. She smiles and comes to meet him at the door, unfastening the lock from the inside. "And here I was starting to worry."
"-God, what happened to your face?"