With a bitter look on his face, Palmer used all his brain cells and began to think about these unsolved mysteries.
What he was struggling with was not the scam, but Church himself. If he thought about it carefully, his former partner was really mysterious.
Palmer would often chat with Church about his family, various aspects of his childhood, and share his hobbies and knowledge. Church would listen patiently and talk to Palmer again from time to time.
Looking back now, Palmer has found something suspicious. In his relationship with Church, it can be said that Palmer has always been unilaterally outputting ideas. Church rarely elaborates on his ideas, let alone talks about them.
own past.
It was obvious that the two had been close partners, but Palmer couldn't even say a word about Church's past and what he had done in the past.
In hindsight, the stark contrast made Palmer feel uneasy, and he began to wonder if he had never understood Church.
I have never understood Church in the first place.
Such thoughts flashed through Palmer's mind. Come to think of it, Palmer didn't even know Church's true appearance.
Faceless man.
Even if we don't think about Church's messy things, the mere fact that the Bureau of Order can assign this mission to Church and deliver Chekhov's Gun to him is enough to prove Church's reliability in the eyes of the Bureau of Order.
Vosilin said, "Instead of thinking so much, why don't you just ask him?"
"That's right," Palmer's eyes flashed, "Where is Church? Where is he?"
"Church left yesterday. Among us, Church was the least injured. To be precise, he was not injured at all. It was just that the use of Chekhov's Gun consumed him greatly, and it took him a while to replenish the ether.
After the supplement, he took the lead to return to the Order Bureau and report on the mission."
Church is here to work, and Palmer is here for vacation. Work is work, and life is life.
Palmer was discouraged, but soon he regained his energy.
Palmer has a mysterious trust in Church, just like his trust in Boluogo. The two were once partners. Palmer believes in Church's decision. If he chooses to hide it, then there must be something of his own.
Rather than asking for the reason, it would be better to wait until Church himself is willing to tell it.
I don’t know if I can wait until that day.
Palmer wailed, "Holiday, my holiday..."
When his thoughts returned to reality, Palmer was in a daze. Who could have imagined that his trip to visit relatives would turn out like this.
"Looking at the best, you can stay at home for a while longer."
Vosilin rubbed Palmer's head with a loving look, like she was treating a lame puppy.
This is true. Palmer's annual leave is only one week, but the injuries on Palmer's body cannot be cured in a week.
Palmer didn't know whether to be happy or troubled.
Seeing that Palmer was in good spirits, Vosilin lowered her head and kissed Palmer on the forehead.
"Then you have a good rest first."
After saying this, Woxilin was about to leave, but this time Palmer suddenly reached out and held Woxilin.
Woxilin turned around with a surprised look on her face. Usually, when Palmer saw her like a savage beast, she would be eager to drive her out of the room. Why did she change her gender today and actually take the initiative to keep him?
…
Palmer was also stunned for a second. When he realized that he was grabbing Woxilin, panic flashed across his face. Fortunately, Palmer calmed down again quickly, and he didn't
Let go.
"Will you be okay soon?"
"no, what happened?"
Wosselin looked at Palmer with a smile. The dim shadow covered Wosillin's face, and Palmer couldn't see Wosillin's expression.
Palmer asked, "Can you stay with me for a moment?"
"Is this a request?"
Wosselin held Palmer's hand and sat back on the bed.
Palmer hesitated for a moment. He felt that he was blushing a little. Fortunately, the dim shadow also covered his own face. Palmer guessed that Woxilin could not see this.
"So... right?"
Palmer struggled to force the sound out of his throat.
In the darkness, Palmer was lying on the bed obediently, and Vosilin was sitting beside the bed. The room was extremely quiet. Apart from the clicking sound of the hands, the only sound left was the gentle breathing of the two of them.
Suddenly, Palmer said, "I'm sorry, Vosilin."
"Sorry for what?"
"A lot of things...such as me taking so long to come back and avoiding you all the time."
Palmer felt that his brain was cramping, and many strange words came out uncontrollably.
"Then what?"
Wosselin hugged Palmer's hand with both hands, their skins touching each other intimately, and warmth brewed in them.
"I've been thinking about some things, such as why I reacted like this, why...I resisted you."
Palmer gradually gave up thinking. He was now like a translator, speaking the words that had been written in his mind for a long time without any modification.
"I am a person who is very afraid of separation. When I think that the things I care about will leave me one day, I am extremely scared."
Palmer thought of Church. After Church was injured and lost one of his eyes, Palmer took the initiative to separate. In the subsequent work, he also chose to be alone.
Palmer doesn't want a new partner.
Having a new partner means that Palmer will have a good brother who will live through life and death. Then one day, cruel death will separate them from each other.
Fortunately, Boluogo will not die.
"It sounds like an endless loop," Vosilin said.
"Yes, the more I care about anything, the more I am afraid of separation and the future of separation.
So I try to keep a distance from everything. As long as I don’t care, I won’t be separated and I won’t be troubled by it.”
Palmer likes everyone in the Immortal Club very much. During the days of singing and dancing, he will not feel any burden in his heart. They will not leave him, but he will leave them first and become an inconspicuous wine glass in the cabinet.
"Because you care about me, you fear me."
Vosilin lay down on her side, pressing her body on Palmer's belly, holding her head in her hands, looking at this confused and confused soul.
"Doesn't this sound a little weird, like a child's childish thoughts," Palmer blamed himself, "Sometimes I feel sick because of these strange thoughts...I feel like a disgusting guy."
…
Wosselin didn't speak. She lay on Palmer's chest and listened to the beating of his heart.
Palmer asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"
"No, I'm very happy on the contrary," Vosilin said. "This shows that you care about me very much and that you have avoided me for so long."
Palmer felt that what Vosilin said was ironic, and she was about to explode.
Because of this inner flaw, Palmer felt very sorry, but he also wanted to jokingly say that he was clearly his girlfriend when he left, so why did he suddenly become his fiancée?
Palmer was caught off guard by such a rapid change and didn't know how to deal with it.
Palmer was new to this kind of thing.
"For so long, you have hoped that time and distance can wash away your concern for me and allow your overheated heart to cool down.
As long as you don't care about me anymore and don't care about separation, you can face me calmly."
Vosilin concluded, "So...you don't love me anymore, right? Palmer, only in this way can you dare to confess your heart to me."
"No!"
Palmer sat up straight, then moved too much and grimaced in pain.
Woxilin snuggled into Palmer's arms and touched his chest with her hands. She raised her head and looked at Palmer. From her eyes, Palmer understood that based on the content of her next answer,
It will be decided whether Vosilin kisses herself or gives herself a powerful cardiac pacing.
"All right……"
Suddenly, Palmer lost his temper and began to confess.
"In the beginning, I really felt that time and distance would help me gain relief. In order to speed up this relief, I stayed in the Undead Club every day and hung out with those drunkards all night long... It can be said that, except for working days, my brain
I basically didn't wake up.
Before I met you, I really felt that I had done it and I would no longer suffer from this trouble. But when I really saw you, I realized..."
Palmer took a deep breath and sighed.
"All that wine was wasted."
"Obviously we haven't seen each other for so long, but the moment I saw you, an emotion I couldn't describe ran rampant in my mind. The strong emotion overwhelmed all obstacles. My reason told me that I was not ready yet. I
I should keep my distance, but my instinct keeps screaming.
This sounds a bit tangled. On the one hand, I am afraid of separation after establishing an intimate relationship, but on the other hand, I extremely long for the intimate relationship with you."
As if he had lost all his strength, Palmer fell back again. He looked at the blurry ceiling and muttered to himself.
"I still have flaws in my heart, and I will feel extremely afraid of the future of separation, but now there is another thing that is more worthy of my fear, and that is losing the present with you."
"So, I guess I love you, Vosilin."
After a moment of silence, Palmer added, "Fuck the future."