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[mouthshut]

Don't laugh.

[Please note this isn't him denying it at all.]

[coffeebeforescience]

I wouldn't dare.

[They're all about to die. She needs a laugh. Whether out of nervousness, finally cracking a bit, or amusement, she lets out a little choked chuckle that sounds more like a girlish giggle, in the end.]

[mouthshut]

[He just sighs so loudly like this is a big bother to him, but if she turns around she'll see a grin there.]

It was to thank me.

[coffeebeforescience]

[She replies before she glances back.]

For?

[mouthshut]

Taking over and saving their asses.

[He's a little more somber at that admission, the grin not there.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[You stupid man. She leans closer, resting her forearm on the bunk, not quite tall enough to settle her chin on it.]

You saved ODSTs?

[mouthshut]

[He can just hear that without her having to say it. He just sighs and nods.]

And myself. [SHRUGGING.] We were inspecting a freighter and...[Things went bad.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[Her voice is muffled by her other arm, bracing herself so her face isn't directly on the bed.]

And it didn't go as planned.

[mouthshut]

[He looks up at the ceiling at that.]

No, it didn't. Not at all. [He scratches at his face at that.] Insurgents don't take kindly to new protocols.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Oh. Her hand rests over the tattoo again, curious.]

No, I shouldn't think they would.

[mouthshut]

[It looks something like this if she's trying to figure it out. And he just sighs.]

Not the way I wanted to test out ODST armor.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Please. She knows the language. And she knows it's a bit vulgar.]

I wouldn't want you to try it at all. You're not an ODST.

[mouthshut]

[Just a smidge yes. He had no choice in this remember.]

No, I'm not. But it doesn't change what I had to do.

[coffeebeforescience]

[She's still amused by that. They held him down.]

No. [One more trace of the lines, then she shifts to move away from the bunk.]

[mouthshut]

[Shut up, he thought they were going to kick his ass for what he did!]

You're thinking again. [And he shifts around so he's sitting on his bunk.]

[coffeebeforescience]

When am I not?

Don't hit your head.

[mouthshut]

[He almost says something but doesn't and shakes his head as he hunches down.]

I won't, but I'd like to know, besides the obvious about John and Cortana, what's going on in yours.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Hm. She leans on the bed again, standing now on tiptoe.]

You really want to know? I'm worried. Perhaps frightened.

[mouthshut]

[He just looks down at her and nods.]

Understandable on a ship like this.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Turning her back to him, she stifles a sigh.]

I worry about John, whether or not he knows what he's doing. Cortana, whether or not she thinks as I do. And you. I worry about you. Us.

[mouthshut]

[He frowns for a moment and holds up his hand as he picks out things to say.]

John is a smart man, he's capable if he's lived as long as he has doing what he does. If Cortana thought as you do I doubt John would get along with her for so long. [And he just looks at her back at that last part, mulling it over.]

Nothings changed. About us. You, me.

[coffeebeforescience]

[The Cortana comment stings. Implying, perhaps on accident, that John might find her intolerable. And that her own creation would surpass her in that department. She scowls, though he can't see it, and there's ice in her words.]

I think some things have changed. Your opinion of me, for example.

[mouthshut]

[No, just not tolerable in the long term. In short doses perhaps, but few seem to like working with her for so long. He's probably the only exception, at least from what he can tell.

But there is a sigh at that.]

My opinion hasn't changed, if it had I wouldn't be offering you my pants. [Jacob now is not the time to point that out even if it is to show he still cares.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[She's well aware that she's generally difficult. Still, it doesn't need to be said quite like that.

She takes a deep breath, and the nonexistent lord only knows how she manages to say this so blandly.]

You know, don't you?

[mouthshut]

[He's sorry he's not more diplomatic. He's not an admiral.

He does however stare at her and looks confused, even if she can't see it. He can guess, Spartans, children, something else in there...but that's about it.]

I thought we covered my being telepathic when we first met. [No, he doesn't know what she's talking about. He'll play this cool.]