“I’m sure I’ll be good,” Poe said, not believing any of that.
Only, he knew Gamble had to be careful and he didn’t want him to worry.
“You won’t forget I’m here, right?” he asked. “You will come back for me, Gamble?”
He was tying his boots.
“I’ll never forget about you, and I’ll always come for you,” he promised.
Only, he didn’t tell him that if he was captured, or killed that he wouldn’t get back. Hopefully, Poe would be smart enough to head out in a day or so.
Something told him if he mentioned that, the man would lose it.
Big.
Time.
Call it a hunch.
“Just stay here, don’t go in water, and don’t leave the cave without me.”
Oh, Poe could guarantee he wasn’t going swimming or exploring anytime soon.
As soon as he was ready, he pulled the knife from his pocket, and handed it to Poe.
“If anyone comes here, and says I’ve sent for you, don’t believe them.”
He nodded.
“If they do, ask them what our safe word is.”
Poe was scared.
Only, he tried to cover so Gamble wasn’t worried about him, and could focus.
Even though he was better, he was still trying to protect him the best he could.
“We get a safe word? Is that for during sex?” he joked, teasing him.
Gamble laughed.
Oh, well, that posed one hell of an interesting question, and one he’d love to delve deeper into when they had more time on their hands.
That time wasNOTnow.
“Don’t even get me started. We’ll discuss that when I get back. Ask them for our safe words.”
Poe nodded.
“What are they?” he asked.
That was a damn good question.
He thought back to his dream.
“The Cliffs of Dover.”
Poe was surprised.