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He looked away from Sasha to follow Harrison's gesture before looking at the glowing cuff still stubbornly on his wrist.

"Deadlines." He said the word the way other people might say some heinous insult, curling his lip in distaste around the syllables.

He sighed heavily and gave a dramatic roll of his eyes. "You are right though. Mister ******** time. Mister nice guy in his ******** leotard. I am going to want to punch myself later."

Harrison smirked. "Try to hold yourself back from being too sweet, or there won't be enough sugar left for the rest of us."

He brought out the tissue again, sniffing.

"I don't know what we caught there, but ******** any more trips to spaceworld."

Sasha made a low grumbling sound when Jerry plopped down on the other side of her, the grumble turning into a sound of annoyance when he leaned in close.

With a clench of her jaw, Sasha reached up and tugged one of the buds free before offering it to Jerry.

Melancholy strains of music drifted quietly from the thing, and she pushed it at Jerry in a 'take it before I change my mind' sort of gesture.

Sasha felt like her teeth were going to snap off, she was clenching her jaw so hard. It was actually starting to hurt. She wanted to sock him right in his big jew nose, but she refrained.

She refrained because she did care about him - loved him, really - but as of late things were just getting a little too disturbing in Sasha's brain, and there wasn't room for blatant shows of affection. Weakness was what it was, and so easily exploited, too. What if a monster or a horseman took hold of Jerry and disemboweled him in front of her, what would happen then? Or what if they slowly scalped him and forced her to watch? Or cut off his arms - or what if they made her cut his arms off instead? Stealing her flute had been relatively harmless, and even still it had been used as a bargaining piece. Would she be able to deal with watching something happen to Jerry while being grilled for information? It didn't really matter that she wasn't really privy to anything of super importance, but then again, things weren't exactly rational in Sashatown.

Sasha exhaled loudly as the song changed. She leaned away from Jerry just a tad, bumping shoulders with Ami as she moved.

She hoped Killzone got this show on the road soon.

As Sasha leaned away and the music changed, Jerry's smile faltered around the edges. In his peripheral vision he spotted a familiar pale head and scowl, and bit his lip as he glanced up. Petra was here? He hadn't been able to catch up with her in a while, but she had seemed so happy at the wedding, happier than he had seen her... ever, really.

As he raised a hand to wave, his other attempted to quietly slip between Sasha's fingers, desperate at this point for the contact. Something had been wrong for a while now, that much he knew. Sasha had been particularly tight lipped for a while. He had taken to giving her her space, even that night he had spent in his barely furnished new room. He had done his best to help her through the Fear Flu but there seemed to be nothing for her sour mood.

He was glad she was there.

Her irritated expression might have eased just the tiniest bit as she noticed the now-full-sun-hunter Jerry nearby, if only because that meant she wasn't completely alone on this useless expedition. If she could have chosen anyone to come with her and keep her sane on this hippy trek, (who wasn't Robert, of course -- ultimately, he would always be her first choice,) it would have been him. Although now that she noticed he was there at all, Petra couldn't help but find she was a little surprised; with rather comically bad allergies, Jerry wasn't exactly one with the outdoors. In fact, ignoring how she would have never asked something as trivial as this of him in the first place, it was one of the reasons she hadn't asked him to go with her. Especially after their FEAR sickness, following it with a stuffy nose and sneezing would have been cruel and unusual punishment.

She could, however, quite clearly picture him singing campfire songs.

Although she couldn't quite manage to completely squash the scowl still contorting her features, Petra did manage to look slightly less annoyed as she lifted one hand to give him a stiff wave in return, offering one, as well, to Sasha. Although she'd never really gotten to know her very well, (which was pretty typical for Petra in general,) she recalled quite clearly that, for some inexplicable reason, the musically-inclined girl had really struck a soft cord with her.

Go figure.

"I love you," He murmured quietly, hopefully, as Sasha practically ran from him. As her lips left his cheek as quickly as they had arrived and the earbud was popped free, the man sagged a bit as he was left on his own, watching the two girls shuffle away.

His sparkle faded a bit as he wobbled up to his feet, picking at the uncomfortable leotard-shirt under his jump suit as he wobbled his way towards Petra.

"Ah... hi. I didn't expect to see you here. Everything alright?"

Rep gave Harrison a sidelong look but seemed to resist the urge to say what he was thinking, just smirked very smugly to himself.

The smirk faded at the memory of the horrible flu however, he'd been so sure he was going to die right then and there at several points and still felt like someone could knock him down with a feather. "Don't even remind me. Sick as a ******** dog at the worst possible time. And all those ******** fever dreams were trippy as s**t."

He watched as a woman he'd never met before arrived. She seemed to know Jerry however, so Rep figured he might as well ask Harrison, who seemed to know most of the people Jerry did. "Who's that b***h?"