“Take it, take it,” she shrilled at him. “I can't stop you. Take it and leave me alone!”
“Stop it, will you? Listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you.”
The crying continued. “You're a cop.”
“I'm not a cop but if you don't stop that damned blubbering I'll make you wish I was.” He balled a fist and pushed it into her face, shoved it so close to her eyes that she couldn't mistake it even in the darkness. “Stop it — now.”
She stopped. The stopping was drawn out like a motor choked off with a fouled feed line, but she stopped. He rolled off her body and sat up to watch her.
She made no move, simply lay there in the street staring up at his dark shape against the sky. The silence of the street and the city fell around them.
“What do you want?” she asked finally.
“You.”
“I can't stop you,” she threw back sarcastically.
“Don't act stupid. You.” He thrust a pointed finger at her shoulder. “You're alive — you're the only one left alive in this man's town. You're alive and I'm alive. Does that make sense to you?”