zoeyspellman:
Zoey was silent for a very long moment, something that wasn’t usual for her unless it was pointed silence of ignoring or coupled with a judgmental stare. Today it was neither of those as her eyes scanned over his face. His story was… well at least clearly some of it was fabricated though Zoey had trouble telling to what degree. “Violence is never the fucking answer, you know. No one is a hero for beating someone up, I don’t care what the damn movies say. Violence is crude, it’s heartless and it’s… scary.” She just shook her head, feeling a weird mix between compassion for him if her suspicions were true but judgement if he was telling some version of the truth. “I don’t buy drinks for people who solve things with fists. If you’ve got another story for me, I’ll consider it but otherwise I don’t want to hear it.”
Levi couldn’t help but raise a brow at her scolding, doing his best to cross his arms as he looked over at her. “So how would you have solved a situation like that?” It wasn’t real, of course. Levi hadn’t thrown a single fist throughout everything, but he couldn’t help but find himself curious. “I mean... call the police, but you know how slow they are. Ridiculously slow,” he said, pulling his eyebrows together. “... scarily slow. She could have been hurt far more than she already was if I’d left it alone, right?” He shrugged, shaking his head back and forth. “Defending yourself is another story, in my opinion. I’d have a lot more cases to deal with if people didn’t fight back.” He paused. “Though, not to shame the ones who don’t. It’s an overwhelming thing... sometimes all you can do is just let it happen. Hope you just black out.” Levi’s expression had become far more solemn, much to his own distaste. “It’s hard to argue either way with what the right thing is to do when you’re thrown in that sort of position... I have, uh-” He cleared his throat, trying to focus on her again. “I have dozens of stories. I can make up a new one. Ran into a couple of horses that were not fans of me at all.” Well, that was somewhat the truth. “Better?”










