I ran away with a superhero because his boss wanted him to kill me. And now probably wants to kill him. I think we’re well past “risky.”

[ He takes a slow sip of his coffee, mulling it over. He’s not taking this lightly. His compliance has been steadily jumping from one best chance to the next. ]

If you leave me tucked away somewhere and you get caught, I’m as good as dead anyway. I can’t hide forever without your help. I’ll follow your lead.