[ It is a comfort to her, that he continues to butt heads with her and challenges her, manners present in the polite objection, the attempted denial of her hospitality only to be overridden. Yet much the same should be true in her continued opposition in the face of that, that she'll continue to insist it isn't a bother and take care of him in the simplest of ways without making a fuss about it. It's second nature to her by now, minding others, and she's most at ease when doing so. Commander or no, he's her friend and she'll ensure he's eating well and getting the chance to rest and that he's comfortable around her.
That familiarity is her affection, at the very least, and it's never swayed.
Jack listens to her every word offered, pieces together what he's given to form an abstraction to figure out on his own, put his own thoughts and opinions into, his assumptions perfectly correct and visible in their rapport. There's an ease between them that speaks not only of friendship but of camaraderie, the way she trusts herself at his side and relaxes immediately, shares her expressions openly. It's also in the sly little nudge of her arm to David's at his vague discomfort beside her as she speaks of him, but the gratitude Jack offers him surprises her just as much.
It's only visible in the slight twitch of her brow and the way she looks between them, the slight exasperation in the curl of her lips and a huff of breath entirely fond to offset it. Further still when David turns it back on her and she just shakes her head. A silent enough what am I to do with you for both of them. Then Jack amends it with his own reassurance in her capabilities and her smile only widens further. ]
Well, sometimes there's only so much one can do alone. I think we all know that.
[ They've all been subjected to their own shortcomings without backup, haven't they? But the incline of her head is humble, deferring to Jack with her respect and her gratitude for his words all the same.
Then David remarks on the amount of food she'd served Jack and she tries not to laugh with a mouthful of food, leaving that to Jack to explain before she'd try to jump in. Let him reveal what he wishes, but the mirth in her eyes is plenty amused at being called out. ]
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That familiarity is her affection, at the very least, and it's never swayed.
Jack listens to her every word offered, pieces together what he's given to form an abstraction to figure out on his own, put his own thoughts and opinions into, his assumptions perfectly correct and visible in their rapport. There's an ease between them that speaks not only of friendship but of camaraderie, the way she trusts herself at his side and relaxes immediately, shares her expressions openly. It's also in the sly little nudge of her arm to David's at his vague discomfort beside her as she speaks of him, but the gratitude Jack offers him surprises her just as much.
It's only visible in the slight twitch of her brow and the way she looks between them, the slight exasperation in the curl of her lips and a huff of breath entirely fond to offset it. Further still when David turns it back on her and she just shakes her head. A silent enough what am I to do with you for both of them. Then Jack amends it with his own reassurance in her capabilities and her smile only widens further. ]
Well, sometimes there's only so much one can do alone. I think we all know that.
[ They've all been subjected to their own shortcomings without backup, haven't they? But the incline of her head is humble, deferring to Jack with her respect and her gratitude for his words all the same.
Then David remarks on the amount of food she'd served Jack and she tries not to laugh with a mouthful of food, leaving that to Jack to explain before she'd try to jump in. Let him reveal what he wishes, but the mirth in her eyes is plenty amused at being called out. ]