“You’re hurting me now. By doing this. This nothing. This waiting thing.” She cries quietly, and he slowly lifts a hand to tenderly brush away the tears on her cheeks. She slaps it away, and he raises his hand back up to try again, ignoring the furious little wildness in the girl he loves. His lack of reaction shows how used to Leila’s outbursts Hunter really is and how tolerant he is.

I wonder if the other man could so easily brush off her violent tendencies and true ...