I know (Zoe York micro fiction)

She wasn’t glad to see him. He knew that, but he stood there anyway.

“I don’t need anything.”

It was tempting to lie, and say I know. To humour her and let her think she could hide from him like she was hiding from the rest of the world. To give her that false sense of security. Fuck, he knew she needed it in this moment. Would feel fragile, being seen by him.

But the truth was, she was barely hanging on, and although she wasn’t open to help, not yet, she needed a lot. Money. A strong shoulder to cry on. Probably a good fuck, if Malcolm’s stories about their sex life were to be believed.