How long had it been since he had last seen her?

Too long, Sparrow thought, as he stood just outside of her door, his hand half raised towards the door, his fingers curled into a fist ready to knock - except he hadn't yet. He hadn't quite managed to get up the courage to knock, partially because he was stupidly nervous about seeing her again, and partially because he was afraid she wouldn't be there if he did.

He missed her a lot - more than he wanted to admit, because he had never meant to leave her behind when he had gone to the Islands and he had hated every second of not being able to talk to her. She was busy, he knew, and she had been sick a little, and after he had returned he had been so incredibly swept up in everything that Sparrow had simply not found the time - nor the energy - to do anything other than come home and crash onto his bed. And now it had been weeks - also known as way too long and forever.

But now he was here - here because he missed her something fierce, here because he wanted nothing more than to see her face and know that she was all right and that she wasn't hurt and that she still wanted to be...

...what they were. Sparrow really, really hoped she still wanted to be with him, because Jack knew how much he wanted to still be with her. And now he had a very important question to ask her, and he dearly hoped she would say yes to it.

He swallowed. Then he squared his shoulders, stood a little straighter, held what he had in his hand behind his back, and knocked on the door to Wren Innis' room.