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[coffeebeforescience]

We are.

[Oh, Jacob.]

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Which means, even when she's around we're allowed to say such things.

[He sees nothing wrong with this.]

[coffeebeforescience]

It wouldn't be entirely wise, though.

[mouthshut]

No? [He sounds thoughtful.] Depends on when we saw her I think, if she was older she'd probably kick my ass.

[coffeebeforescience]

Undoubtedly. She's strong-willed.

locked | VERY early Day 6

[choselucky117]

CONTACT: unsc.ctn-0452-9@compass.net
MESSAGE: Do you have a minute, Commander?

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[mouthshut]

Of course, Cortana. What can I do for you?

[choselucky117]

I just thought you'd like to know that Dr. Halsey and I have come to an agreement of sorts. Barring any incidents outside our control, you'll find that we'll be much more civil than before.

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...And what prompted this discussion? I know she hasn't been able to speak recently.

[He knows she died, in other words.]

[choselucky117]

[Oh, good. He knows. She doesn't have to explain that bull in the room.]

Let's just say that death tends to put things into perspective. The fighting was useless. I see that now.

[mouthshut]

[She curled up in his lap and cried, he knows alright.

But then he takes a while to answer as he's too busy staring at this and thinking. What did that...oh.]

You died.

[choselucky117]

[However he found out, he knows. That's what matters.

..though she was honestly hoping he wouldn't figure that little bit out. There's a beat before she replies.]

I did. Early yesterday.

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[Honestly don't say death right after his former lady friend/lover/person died, not in that way because he's on alert now and...

Oh. Early yesterday.

That would...and then. And he's managed to screw up the entire time hasn't he?]

Do you need someone to talk too?

[Don't mind him he's just going to punch a wall right now after sending that.]

And do you have bandages?

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I would say stubborn. She's stubborn. [And that's a nod.]

[choselucky117]

[She'll remember that for next time. For now, however...]

Not need, really, but if you wouldn't mind the company and you're still going, could I accompany you on your run today? I could use some air and the rain seems to have stopped for now.

[Some more air, anyway. Been up on deck most of the night. Not that she's mentioning that and...bandages?]

Not at the moment, no. Are you hurt?

[mouthshut]

[Live and learn, right?]

Of course you can, I still intend on going if I can slip out for a bit.

[He'll leave her a note, and maybe cut it short today but yes.]

I skinned my knuckles, nothing big. I'm fine.

[Just going back to punching that wall, sigh.]

[choselucky117]

[Live and learn.]

I'll see you topside, then. With bandages, if I can find any.

[She'll go looking. Medical bay has to have something left, right? Probably?]

[mouthshut]

Don't worry if you can't, bloody knuckles are something I can live with.

[Probably, hopefully. Lets just not tell Catherine, okay?

But yes he'll be topside looking for her, nursing his knuckles.]

and action~

[choselucky117]

[Not telling Catherine, nope. She wants the truce to steady before she does anything to upset it...and yes driving Jacob to bloody his knuckles would probably do that at this point! Not taking a chance with it.]

I would hope so. See you soon.

[When he gets up to the deck, she's easy to spot since she's in what's becoming her usual spot: starboard side of the aft, standing just under an overhang. There's signs that she's been out in the rain, but that is a small roll of bandages in her hands. At least something went right.]

forever :3

[mouthshut]

[No, no it probably wouldn't. And he had been doing so good to with Catherine, he's going to be lucky to not flip something at this rate.

And he does spot her yes and heads over to her, tugging on his uniform a little self consciously at how dirty and wrinkled it is but whose had time for laundry? And also scruffy. He's scruffy and that's a bit of an odd thing for him.

But he ignores all of that as he gives her a half-hearted wave.]

Cortana.

[choselucky117]

[Well, with some luck he'll be lucky. ...Or he can hide behind John for a while. That would probably work too.

For now, however, she couldn't care less about the state of his uniform. It's been a long week, and they're running on fumes by now. A slightly grubby uniform is the least of their concerns.]

Commander. [He gets a half-hearted smile in return, and she extends the bandages towards him.] Here. It's all I could find on short notice.

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[No because then she'll give him the cold shoulder in their room, and he's already feeling guilty over things. Argh.

And it has, so he can't talk and he just takes the bandages and starts to work on his knuckles.] Thank you, it'll do fine. It's just bloody knuckles is all, not anything worse.

[If it had been he doubts he'd be allowed to leave the room.]

[coffeebeforescience]

She is. I wonder where she gets that.

[choselucky117]

[True, that. They're really just one hell of a mess now.]

I'd hope so. You up to date on your tetanus boosters? [It's an attempt at teasing, but it falls flat and she has to keep herself from fidgeting by clutching at one arm.]

...How is she doing?

[mouthshut]

[Yes, yes they are. And somehow he has to pick things up.]

If I wasn't we'd have known by now. [This isn't his first time in trouble with something metal recently, in other words.

Though what teasing tone was there at that as he wrapped the bandage around his knuckles was gone at that question, and he keeps his eyes on the task at hand.]

As well as to be expected. [He's not going into full detail there, that's his secret to keep for Catherine.] And yourself?