Jack knew that despite all their intentions to be up and moving on that they would be slow at it. Not only the injuries that they suffered from, but also the paranoia of not being caught by anyone that might be looking for them. Someone had to have realized that sniper was dead or at least missing. He wasn't certain he had it in him to slip off quickly anywhere, much less out of country. "I can get mad at you whenever I want, but you just won't care."
Thank God they had found each other in the SEP, had developed a bond together in some of the worst of circumstances and survived to see the other side of it. Everything was just plain better when they were doing it all together, even if it was impossible to have happen. In the early days, missions they could be together were many. Then the promotions happened and... not so much.
"I should have been out there with you," he groused, which was typical and something he could easily fall back on. His arm curled protectively around the thigh his cheek rested upon as if that might prove his point further. "Where is the US are you thinking would be best? Can't go home for either of us. Maybe mid-West?" He just wanted somewhere to rest, but that didn't sound like it was going to be happening much.
He didn't even want to think about all the funerals he would feel the pull of obligation to go to. Those had been their people crushed in the fallen building, and they deserved to be acknowledged by their superior officers. He wasn't about to make the suggestion now. It felt too much, too soon. He didn't want to brave and put together right now.
"People didn't know how to soothe you like I do," he reminded. He knew when Gabe was putting up a front, how to circumvent that anger and settle the older man. The opposite held true. Sometimes, it was just nice for them to fight, to get it all out, to release all the emotions and then settle into that calm that only the two of them could find together. "I guess I had a bit of an advantage. Besides, you could never stay mad at me long. I'm too handsome... well, I was."
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Date: 2019-05-17 08:17 pm (UTC)Thank God they had found each other in the SEP, had developed a bond together in some of the worst of circumstances and survived to see the other side of it. Everything was just plain better when they were doing it all together, even if it was impossible to have happen. In the early days, missions they could be together were many. Then the promotions happened and... not so much.
"I should have been out there with you," he groused, which was typical and something he could easily fall back on. His arm curled protectively around the thigh his cheek rested upon as if that might prove his point further. "Where is the US are you thinking would be best? Can't go home for either of us. Maybe mid-West?" He just wanted somewhere to rest, but that didn't sound like it was going to be happening much.
He didn't even want to think about all the funerals he would feel the pull of obligation to go to. Those had been their people crushed in the fallen building, and they deserved to be acknowledged by their superior officers. He wasn't about to make the suggestion now. It felt too much, too soon. He didn't want to brave and put together right now.
"People didn't know how to soothe you like I do," he reminded. He knew when Gabe was putting up a front, how to circumvent that anger and settle the older man. The opposite held true. Sometimes, it was just nice for them to fight, to get it all out, to release all the emotions and then settle into that calm that only the two of them could find together. "I guess I had a bit of an advantage. Besides, you could never stay mad at me long. I'm too handsome... well, I was."