Shaken, Daniel squeezes Louis' hand like a lifeline, definitely too hard if he were human. Fortunately neither of them are. He braces against the dashboard with his other, thoughts racing, messenger bag stuffed with stolen items awkwardly cradled in his lap.
They didn't want to hurt him, but they would have hurt Louis.
"You've been through way too much shit to risk getting shot at over me," he says, sounding as upset as he feels. Adrenaline for a little sneaky crime, sure, but this isn't that, this is real fear.
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They didn't want to hurt him, but they would have hurt Louis.
"You've been through way too much shit to risk getting shot at over me," he says, sounding as upset as he feels. Adrenaline for a little sneaky crime, sure, but this isn't that, this is real fear.