[ Lena can't help but stare. Her face is tear-streaked, her eyes are red and puffy, but a small smile finds its way onto her face. Without the mask and the tactical gear, he looks like the Jack she remembers. It brings back memories and she feels another piece of her heart slide back into place. A little jagged, a little imperfect, but there is no longer a hole where Jack Morrison used to be.
He snaps her out of it by asking a very simple, mundane question. It completely catches her off-guard and it shows in her wide eyes and moment of confusion, as if he'd just spoken an alien language. Then she lets out a quiet laugh-- distorted by her stuffy nose and a little high-pitched-- but genuine. She's not sure she can articulate why exactly she laughed. The absurdity of a normal question in a wholly abnormal situation? ]
Surprise me.
[ She wipes away any stray tears with the hem of one of her sleeves. ]
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He snaps her out of it by asking a very simple, mundane question. It completely catches her off-guard and it shows in her wide eyes and moment of confusion, as if he'd just spoken an alien language. Then she lets out a quiet laugh-- distorted by her stuffy nose and a little high-pitched-- but genuine. She's not sure she can articulate why exactly she laughed. The absurdity of a normal question in a wholly abnormal situation? ]
Surprise me.
[ She wipes away any stray tears with the hem of one of her sleeves. ]