[ It's a bit of both, frankly, but she'll make that clear enough to him here soon. The apology likewise came easily because of those exact circumstances and she could understand his worry when he would've known she'd be home and the possibility of something happening after Eosoros, with her propensity of running herself into the ground— she appreciates what could be taken for his worry, in any case. He's been so good to her, and even here he is trying to give her his patience, explain the man on her couch shortly after establishing their own little arrangement.
Had she had perhaps a few days to properly formulate her thoughts and feelings on the matter, she would've been telling him anyway. She just has to take her time to think about her words here and now, without that sort of careful preparation. ]
You know you're always welcome; that's why you have a key, Snake.
[ And no one else does. The only people she's told about the spare in the lantern base beside her front door are in this very house right now; no one else has been invited or notified. She should eventually notify Jesse and Reinhardt at the very least, but for now, this is fine. Comfortable.
The topic of commanders had, admittedly, largely glossed over Jack, but he had at least been given by name and noted as the blond man in her photographs so that she could expound on Gabriel, and perhaps it's for the best. If he had received the sort of diatribe she'd given Ahab about the man on the couch instilling such a strong sense of morals in her, guiding her approach to the world with such an open mind— because really, who better to model oneself after to be accepting of Omnics than those very men who ended the war against them? who still welcomed them into their lives and their society?— she'd be even further embarrassed than this lingering sensation of guilt.
It still comes out, and Snake acknowledges it with the question after it just as sharp. In fact, her fingers twitch where they've wrapped about her mug for the warmth to seep through her hands, one brow furrowing down even as she smiles— a wry little quirk of a thing. Still fresh, still aching, and he hits that nail right on the head. ]
For one reason or another, yes. The world has changed him. A lot has certainly happened, but he's still the same Jack I knew. The shape of him is as I remember it, and the way he looks out for others. I can't even wrap my mind around it yet, but for now, I'm just thankful.
[ That he's alive despite it all. That the empty coffin she'd worked to have interred at Arlington was now simply the proof that he is, in fact, a hero. Her eyes are down in her mug, the crema still thick despite her added cream, resting atop the espresso in a silky froth. ]
You said you've run into him before? I hope he hadn't threatened you. [ There's a little more amusement to her tone, with that. And she does mean more than just camping in each other's vicinity, which they have all been doing. ]
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Had she had perhaps a few days to properly formulate her thoughts and feelings on the matter, she would've been telling him anyway. She just has to take her time to think about her words here and now, without that sort of careful preparation. ]
You know you're always welcome; that's why you have a key, Snake.
[ And no one else does. The only people she's told about the spare in the lantern base beside her front door are in this very house right now; no one else has been invited or notified. She should eventually notify Jesse and Reinhardt at the very least, but for now, this is fine. Comfortable.
The topic of commanders had, admittedly, largely glossed over Jack, but he had at least been given by name and noted as the blond man in her photographs so that she could expound on Gabriel, and perhaps it's for the best. If he had received the sort of diatribe she'd given Ahab about the man on the couch instilling such a strong sense of morals in her, guiding her approach to the world with such an open mind— because really, who better to model oneself after to be accepting of Omnics than those very men who ended the war against them? who still welcomed them into their lives and their society?— she'd be even further embarrassed than this lingering sensation of guilt.
It still comes out, and Snake acknowledges it with the question after it just as sharp. In fact, her fingers twitch where they've wrapped about her mug for the warmth to seep through her hands, one brow furrowing down even as she smiles— a wry little quirk of a thing. Still fresh, still aching, and he hits that nail right on the head. ]
For one reason or another, yes. The world has changed him. A lot has certainly happened, but he's still the same Jack I knew. The shape of him is as I remember it, and the way he looks out for others. I can't even wrap my mind around it yet, but for now, I'm just thankful.
[ That he's alive despite it all. That the empty coffin she'd worked to have interred at Arlington was now simply the proof that he is, in fact, a hero. Her eyes are down in her mug, the crema still thick despite her added cream, resting atop the espresso in a silky froth. ]
You said you've run into him before? I hope he hadn't threatened you. [ There's a little more amusement to her tone, with that. And she does mean more than just camping in each other's vicinity, which they have all been doing. ]