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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 3:17 pm
"God damn it, Chel, at least let me walk you home," he called after her in some strange parody of a romantic gesture.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 3:50 pm
"I don't need yer help, a*****e." She put a hand up and pushed her palm into the corner of her eyes.
This whole thing was a mess.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 4:48 pm
He picked up the pace nonetheless, catching the movement as he drew near. This time, he didn't say anything; then again, his continuing presence was probably loud enough on its own.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 12:38 pm
"What?" She stopped. This wasn't getting anywhere. "What do you want Jack?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 2:34 pm
"I'd like to make sure you get home," he answered simply. "I know you don't want an escort, but I don't care."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 2:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 2:52 pm
He briefly forced his eyes closed in simultaneous impatience and resignation. "Just...let me, Chel."
He pulled out the chocolate box as a peace offering.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 3:43 pm
She looked down at the chocolate box and a twitch crossed her face. The twitch turn into a snort and she found herself smacking him across the chest.
"What kind of a*****e fixes things with chocolate?" The snort turned into a snicker. "Are you stupid?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 8:39 pm
"I don't really like chocolate anyway," he said mildly and shrugged. A side effect of the resignation and numbness combined.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 8:56 pm
Chel's hands found their way to his wrists and gripped them, perhaps a little too hard. Her eyes found the ground.
"What if they got him too? Or Connor or-"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 9:26 pm
His wrists were slender and bony; her grip would have been unpleasant even without the white knuckle look.
"Shun's police," he reminded her. "He can lift s**t with his mind. He'll be okay. Connor, too."
Assuming more s**t didn't happen after Jack saw him and Temperance stave off Melony's death.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 9:49 pm
"You don't know that, y'big faker." She sniffed and her grip relented slightly. "M'not mad at you m'just ... mad at all of it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 10:00 pm
"Yeah, well. It's just logical." It was how Jack handled things, by rationalizing.
He waited a moment before nudging her palm with the case. (It seemed a safer action than outright touch.) "I'm still kind of processing it myself."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 10:37 pm
Chel pushed the box away with one hand and put the pad of her finger to her eye to carefully wipe them. She still managed to smudge some of her makeup regardless.
"S'not logical," she argued stubbornly. "
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:25 am
[size-11] "It can be both." He hesitated, then touched her shoulder. "Let's just get out of here first."
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