“It’s my job to protect you.” With King Sonny please

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The morning after the incident, Sonny wakes you up. The sun has barely touched the horizon, but he’s so wide awake that you aren’t sure he slept. He’s still in last night’s suit and he reeks of coffee and stale sweat. You don’t say anything about it though, instead following his quiet instructions to get up and get dressed. He provides you with clothes, common clothes of a light jacket and leggings instead of your normal wardrobe.

“Amaro and Dodds are gonna take you to a safehouse,” he says at your questioning hum. “For a couple weeks, at least, until this all blows over.”

“As long as you’re with me.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, making you pause in the middle of zipping up the jacket he gave you. You try to look at his face in the dim room, but he won’t meet your eyes. In an effort to make him tell you he’s coming with you, you say his name. Not so much as a blink for an answer. Repetition has the same effect until you get annoyed and stand in front of him, grabbing the collar of his shirt to make him look at you.

“Sonny, I’m not leaving you.”

The look on his face is nothing short of pained. “It’s my job to protect you. You need to go somewhere safe, but our country needs me here.”

“For better or worse, remember that? You can’t make me go anywhere.”

Sonny sighs and walks toward the balcony, beckoning you over his shoulder. When he draws open the curtains and leads you out, your heart plummets at the sight in front of you. Despite the early hour and pale purple-grey of the sky, protesters crowd the palace almost as far as you can see. They’re angry with Sonny for his decision to help the innocent civilians because of last night’s incident.

“All this over a bomb at your benefit that didn’t even go off?”

He shakes his head. “Worse. The camera wasn’t a bomb, doll. It was a distraction. They took your picture and released it to the public. While we were panicking about that and the camera, they struck. Our trade center is gone. The farming sector is devastated. Low-income housing is leveled. Reports kept coming in all night and we could barely send aid to one attack before there were more. Thousands of people- my people- are dead because of me. And they’re angry.”

“Sonny-”

“Go to the safe house. I don’t want to see you dead too, especially now that they all know what you look like. I’m begging you, if you can’t do it for your own safety, do it for my sanity.”