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[mouthshut]

So I've been told before, Catherine. [Your point?]

[coffeebeforescience]

If she needs you, help her. I'll manage on my own.

[mouthshut]

If you need anything, let me know. Don't do this alone.

[coffeebeforescience]

I've received an offer of assistance elsewhere.

[mouthshut]

[You know, he's not sure how to take that.]

Of course. Just know you don't have to avoid me just because I'm helping someone you're having difficulties with.

[coffeebeforescience]

Of course. You're being a gentleman, as always.

[mouthshut]

If you want to call it that, then yes, I am.

[coffeebeforescience]

If I need you, I will not hesitate to contact you.

[mouthshut]

I'll make sure to slip a knife under your pillow if I find one for you. Or a saw.

[coffeebeforescience]

Or a gun.

[mouthshut]

If I can find one to pass on to you with ammunition, I will.

[coffeebeforescience]

I'll be expecting it.

[mouthshut]

You may want to wear pants during this.

[coffeebeforescience]

I'm afraid I left them on Reach.

[mouthshut]

You can have mine, I'll just wear my shorts.

[...Yes he just offered to run around in his boxers for her to have pants.]

[coffeebeforescience]

I don't think they would fit me properly, no matter how much the ship wouldn't mind a look at your backside.

[mouthshut]

I have a belt you know, I'm sure we could make them fit.

And what the ship wants doesn't matter. Though I'm sure at least one person on board would enjoy it.

[coffeebeforescience]

Stop trying to amuse me, Jacob, I'm still annoyed.

[And perhaps vaguely smiling.]

[mouthshut]

I'm sorry I can't change that, Catherine. I'll just be over here, leaving my pants for you on your bunk with my belt.

I'll leave my uniform jacket on mine.

[Enjoy that mental image.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[JACOB KEYES STOP THAT RIGHT NOW.]

You do realize I am sitting on my bunk right now, correct?

[mouthshut]

[...That's the sound of someone shifting on the bunk above before his pants are tossed down onto her bunk from what he thinks is behind her.]

Why did you text me then?

[coffeebeforescience]

I didn't know you were up there.

[She's still texting as she rolls over, stands, and peers up at him. And then she deposits the pants right back on the edge of his bunk.]

[mouthshut]

You could have asked.

[And why no he didn't look at her when he sent that, and instead he makes a show of stretching out on his bunk in just his undershirt and boxers, on his right arm that tattoo of his from the ODST's if she's on that side.]

[coffeebeforescience]

I didn't need to know where you were.

[Message sent, and then...]

When did you get that?

[mouthshut]

[...Oh crap.]

On the Midsummer Night. [Not that long ago.]