"You're serious," Sandy muttered, gazing into his eyes, almost through it in fact like she could feel him, feel how really meant it. "It's not a question," she shook her head. "I'm just trying to say... you... you actually really mean it."
Darren nodded. "Of course I do."
Sandy's face broke into a sad smile. "You'd really do that for me?"
Darren squeezed her palm softly, assuring her with that simple gentle touch. "You haven't forgotten that you were the only one who was nice to me in Smithers Group, have you? You're the one who started all of this, Sandy. When I reach the peak, I want your happiness to be my motivation, because you made me happy when I was at my roots. My sad, rotten, hopeless roots."
He leaned in, his silver eyes catching her brown ones. "I want to make you happy when I'm at the top. So yes. Yes, I would do that for you."
