"Good to know. At least if we end up being the last two, I know ya wont kill me."

Looking at her, not sure what her issue was, "...Run? Take your shit and run? that's what you want me to do?" He was a bit confused. Why was she being so negative all of a sudden. "Fine. I wont." Cupping her cheek, he crashed his lips against hers in a heated kiss, just wanting the touch of physical contact, and knowing the sponsors would love it. He needed a folding knife. And he needed it bad.