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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 16:13:18 GMT -6
"I'm not saying that I didn't get angry." Because in truth, she had felt very upset over the man's words and actions! She had felt outrage and so many other emotions. "I just know the value of being in control." To hold her emotions in check so they do not get the better of her. That control made her able to look at people's actions and better see what was happening with them. Why dd they lash out? Why say that phrase?
She was walking with Jackson down the sidewalk, coming from the office to get something to eat. That alone would have surprised her a few months ago, but after so long of working with him, she was less outraged of every move he made and could understand him more. Besides, now days he saved most of his cave-maning for the men she was hunting. "When you lose your temper when talking to them, it normally ends the conversation." She meant it as a tease, but her tone was still disapproving. The disapproval he seemed to always find amusing rather then a deterrent.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 16:45:59 GMT -6
She was yakking on about why it was bad to lose his temper. He didn't see it that way. He never cared about controlling his anger, even though everyone around him constantly told him he needed some sort of anger management. Crap like that always just made him more angry. Ironic. He and the doc had been working together for some time now and while he still was displeased about his assignment. He could tolerate her. That was progress. There weren't that many people he could tolerate. "You act like I wanna have a conversation with these idiots." He was constantly surrounded by idiots. Which was why more often than not, he felt the need to put them in their place. Or do something to make them shut up.
"Your idea of getting angry is slamming a pen on a desk." If even that. He had once thought her a robot.. not much had changed from that perspective. A robot, walking dictionary, there were a lot of things he tended to see her as. "Maybe you should let loose," he criticized. Even though he could tolerate her now, didn't mean he had suddenly become super nice.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 17:27:22 GMT -6
She had expected his words to come back at her, and Julianna pressed her lips to keep from smiling because that would only encourage him. "You would be amazed at one can learn from a conversation." She bantered back at him, not-or no longer-afraid of his cave man ideals. At first she had been shocked, and even frightened of his hit-em-first attitude, but now she almost expected it. And with how much he kept her alive, she was grateful at times.
It meant she went home to her daughter. That she could be safe and not have to explain her injuries to her eight year old. "I assure you, since i have met you I have let loose." They never spoke about their past, or emotions but she had spend her childhood raising her mother, because her mother was too drink to take care of her daughter. She never really had the wild care free years.
These months with him were as wild as her life had ever been. "Maybe you should calm down some. Your anger is a bit explosive." Which was ironic, because as if on cue the force of an explosion sent her flying backwards and onto the hood of a parked car a few feet behind them.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 18:08:42 GMT -6
Seriously? This was her idea of letting loose? That was just sad. He didn't even want to think what her life had been before coming here then. Or well, working with him. Nor did he care enough to think on it. It was her life, not his. Why should he be bothered with her past or anything apart from making sure she didn't get killed. And then it came. That predictable suggestion. Maybe he should calm down. His anger was too explosive. Its what everybody said. And everyone was an idiot. He was going to argue back, say something to counter her words... not sure why he even felt the need to. But in that moment, it was as if someone had been waiting for her to say those exact words because just as they were passing a building, it exploded, causing them both to fly back from the impact. He hit the ground hard, everything spinning around him, hearing a high pitch almost beeping sound. He held one of his ears as he scrambled to his feet. The sound of the explosion, and them having been so close, had seriously affected his eardrums.
He looked around, seeing who else was near and his eyes fell on her. He looked closely at her, seeing her chest moving. Good. She was breathing. He then pulled out his radio, and called it in so that they could get backup. He coughed a few times, before bringing his sleeve up to his mouth and nose to prevent any smoke or fumes from the aftermath go on. Trying to keep his balance, though knowing his steps were staggered, he went up to her, seeing her slightly move. He didn't want to have to pick her up and carry her away from the debris (that would be weird) so instead, he took her arm and began to pull it, trying to see how conscious she was. "Get up," he instructed, needing her to get away from the flames and everything else so he didn't have to do it for her. Looking back down at her and seeing that she was disoriented, he had to resort to option B, and that still wasn't carrying her. He stood behind her, putting his hands under her arms and dragged her away from the source of the explosion. Far enough so that she would not suffer the inhalation of the fumes because that would kill her, and that would mean his ass would be on the line with his career. He had one job and one job only: to keep her alive.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 19:01:46 GMT -6
Everything burned, and hurt. Coughing she blinked awake and tried move but it hurt. She also couldn't hard well, everything sounded distant and underwater. "Jackson," She choked out, trying to look around to see him but it was just as hard to talk as it was to see. Was he alive? Where was he?
He came up to her, and pulled her arm, and she tried move off the car but he ended up half pulling and half dragging her away from the building. "I can walk!" She coughed out, and pushed upright from him after a moment, and managed to get to the other sidewalk before moving to sit down. She felt sick on her belly and knew if this had happened after they ate she would have embarrassed herself.
"Wha-what happened?" She asked, looking at the building, trying to figure out if they triggered it. "We need to call it in!" Get people down here to help anyone still in the building and---and not dead.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 19:26:32 GMT -6
She was talking. Further sign that she was going to be fine. She asked what happened and then as she became more orientated, stated that they needed to call it in. "You must think I'm a real idiot," he said sarcastically, holding back a few more cops. "I already called in it," he finished, just in case she missed the meaning of his snide remark to her suggestion. He couldn't hear the sirens in the distance yet, but knew they would be here any second. What he saw next caused him to pause. A woman was staggering out of the building, crying out for help because there were more people inside. Damn it!
Derek ran from where he was standing next to Julianna, not bothering to tell her to wait outside since he expected her to. He didn't check on the woman who had just come out either. Instead, he ran inside the building, yelling out so that the others could respond and he could follow the sound of their voice. He couldn't hear anything, so went further and further into the building. It was damn near impossible to see with all the smoke and flames and he could feel his eyes watering from the sting of everything. He yelled out again, his voice coarse, but luckily this time, he heard a response and a few muffled coughs. He at least had a direction to follow and he followed this lead.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 20:23:14 GMT -6
"You must think I'm a real idiot!" He bit out, and she turned to look at him, "Why are you yelling at me?!" "I already called in it," "I didn't know!" She had not even given him a reason this time! Julianna pushed herself to a stand just as he ran off. "Where are you going?!" He ran across the street, and past the person coming out of the building. "JACKSON!"
He was in the building! The one that was on fire, and falling down! "JACKSON!" Running across the street, she found a woman there, and helped her start moving to a safe distance, before she ran back to the other side walk. This close to the fire she felt like her skin was burning when she knew it was just residual heat. "JACKSON?!" Not able to see anything or anyone alive in there she felt panicky! Where was he! "DEREK!"
The fire trucks showed, then the police. Where was he?! Julianna was pulled away from the building, but she kept trying to tell them her partner was in there! They needed to go in there and pull him out. Her name, her organization, nothing changed their decisions.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 20:53:20 GMT -6
Jackson was trying to round up as many people as he could, while demanding to know if there more people on another floor. They couldn't get access to the higher floors because the collapsed ceiling was blocking the stairwell. He could hear the distant sirens in the background. Now that the proper help was here, he could get who he could out. That wasn't all he heard though. He could have swore he heard someone calling his name. Even amidst all this chaos, he recognized that voice. Grayson. What caused him pause however was the fact that she had called him by his first name. No one called him that. Ever. And he wasn't sure why he wasn't more angry that she had. It just sounded so, odd. No longer hearing her voice he turned around, wondering if that meant she got out or that she was trapped somewhere. Damn it! Clearly, he needed to tell her to stay the hell out! "Come on!" He yelled to those in the building. He pushed some of the broken pieces blocking them out of the way, as they followed the same path he had come through to get to the door.
One by the one the people started running outisde, coughing and wheezing. Derek waited while the last one was out but didn't join them. Instead, he started looking around for Julianna. "Grayson!" He yelled, trying to get her to respond so he would know what general area she was in. The firefighters came rushing in, telling him to get out. Jackson explained that there was still someone in here and they told him that they would find whoever was left. Annoyed and angry, he was forcibly removed, knowing that part of it was the diziness he was feeling due to all the fumes and smoke. Once he was outside he stared at the building before turning around, his eyes scanning the growing crowd of the paremedics, firefighters, police, spectators and reporters. However, they stopped on one person, seeing that she was alive and not actually in the building. He stormed up to her, clearly displeased. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you run into that building! Are you outta your mind?!" He had thought she died or was trapped! He made a mental note next time to actually verbally tell her not to follow him. Though hopefully, there would be no next time.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 21:31:05 GMT -6
Julianna was standing there looking at the burning building when she heard a voice off to the side. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He was alive! She looked over to where the voice came from, not even caring who he was tormenting now! He was out of that building, and alive! "Why would you run into that building! Are you outta your mind?!" She ran toward him, looking over what she could see to notice he wasn't hurt! He was walking, and talking, and being his angry arrogant and annoying self!
The relief filled her to a point she didn't want to question it, but it faded quickly as it turned into anger! How dare he yell at her! "I didn't!" She yelled, and as she got to him her hand hit his chest to push him, but it ended up only making her step back and have to step forward again. "You're the idiot!" That was very adult of her but she wasn't thinking clearly.
Angry at them both she used her hands to make a choking gesture, because that was what she wanted to do to him, before she pushed him again and turned to walk away a few feet, and run her hand through her hair while trying to take in the fact that he was alive, and not dead like she assumed he was. Don't get emotional! Don't let it show! He will only make fun of you for this!
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 21:54:43 GMT -6
She yelled back at him which... was surprising. But not as surprising as her attempt to push him. He stared at her, unsure whether to be angry, amused, or... what didn't know how to name the other emotion that he was actually feeling. Surprise. Yes. Maybe that was the most accurate. She yelled at him again, calling him an idiot which, yet again, surprised him because she didn't normally yet like that. They had been working together for some time and he had never seen her get this upset, despite what he did or said to her. Interesting.
She looked like she was going to choke him, before pushing him again and turned to leave. The whole thing had caught him off guard, so he didn't even have the chance to react right away. Before she got too far though, he spoke so that his words would still be in earshot of her. "So that's it?" He questioned. "That's all you got?" She was always so calm and composed... being angry was good. And he was going to continue to encourage her. "That's pitiful, Grayson!" He called after her. "Come on. Why don't you take another shot and actually put some effort into it!" He was provoking her, and even put his arms out a bit to open himself up to her should she take him up on his offer.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 22:06:13 GMT -6
His words made her back draw up straight, and she looked back over her shoulder at him. That was what he wanted to say to her right now? Walking back toward him, she shook her head. "I thought you were dead, and the only thing you can do is yell at me, and then taunt me?" She didn't understand him, she didn't understand these emotions she felt right now because of him! She knew better then to get emotional at all, and he was trying to push her into violence!
He was covered in black soot, she knew she had to have some all over her, plus they both had cuts and buries. Yet instead of even once asking her if she was alright, or giving her the chance to ask him and show she cared like a normal human he just took enjoyment out of her anger! "You need to go see one of the doctors, and give your statement." If he wanted to act old and distant in his way! Fine! She wouldn't ask how he was either!
Though she knew she would be asking the doctor if he was alright.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 22:21:43 GMT -6
Those short few steps away from him seemed to calm her down becuase she returned to being the calm, cool, collected person that she always seemed to be. It was a bit disappointing. He had wanted to see the more emotional side of her... and wasn't even sure why he wanted to see that. "Sorry to disappoint you," he mumbled back, though with enough clarity for her to hear. His words were said in regards to her thinking he was dead. Jack didn't fear death, but that didn't mean he had suicidal tendencies... unlike what the police shrink told him. "Likewise," he told her, unsure if she had seen a doctor. And not bothering to make sure she did. The press was starting to come and he wanted to get out of here before they swarmed the area with questions and attempts to get footage.
He was also stubborn enough to not go to get checked out. He had already given his statement... and he also didn't want to be here to hear the people in the building thank him. They always did that. Oh officer, thank you for saving my life! and Jackson hated dealing with emotionally grateful people. Instead, he was planning to go home. "I'm leaving. So you can either come with, or stay here. Up to you." He wasn't going to wait for an answer. He just turned to walk toward his car, already hearing people yelling out questions at him and the medics rushing around to make sure they got to everyone.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 22:30:26 GMT -6
It was as little as she had ever heard him say. When he said he was leaving she almost didn't go with him, but knew a cab would take forever to get through this mess, and if she stayed then it would be half the night before she could get out there. Slowly at first she started to follow him, before picking up her step and going to the passenger side of the car.
Once they were both in, and driving she spoke, her tone not soft but calm and controlled--though the effort to make it so cost her. "Your bleeding." And he was, on his neck though she was going to guess from being blown backwards from the explosion rather then the fiery building. He should have seen a doctor, and gotten it looked at. Who knew how deep it was.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 22:37:59 GMT -6
By the time he had got to his car, she was there too, getting into the passanger's seat as he got into the driver's. He started up the car and drove off, relieved to get out of there and all the chaos that would ensue. As he drove she said that he was bleeding. His hand went to his cheek, then to his neck where he felt the warm liquid. He wiped it off, looking down at his hand for a moment, though he wasn't feeling any pain from the injury. It was just a few small cuts and bruises. He looked at her for a second before putting his eyes back on the road.
"You probably are too." His tone didn't hold concern, especially since he hadn't bothered to check if she was injured or not. They should probably get patched up before he dropped her home. Because, once again, if the chief found out he'd left her bloodied... he was gonna get it. Without saying anything more, or even giving her the option to say no, he drove toward his apartment, not taking long to pull into the lot where he parked and took off his belt. "Come upstairs and get cleaned up," he told her as he got out of the car, leaving her with no other choice.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 22:45:20 GMT -6
"You know, one day I am going to start believing that you honestly don't care." She told him, after he said she might be bleeding too. Until now she thought he was pretending to not care more then he really did but the longer she spent with him, the more she had her doubts.
Knowing she should protect about going into his place, she got out and stayed silent. Julianna didn't want to go home with blood gushing. If Gabby saw it would scare her, so his offer was rather good. Following him up to his place, she found herself trying to think about what his place might look like. Would it be dirty? Unclean? Would he manage to have some order too it? Or would it be filled with chaos, like the man who lived in it?
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 22:53:51 GMT -6
He had not responded to her words. In fact, he didn't encourage any conversation. They just silently made their way to his apartment door. He unlocked it and stepped inside, tossing the keys on the table nearby and locking it after she was inside too. "Bathrooms down there," he told her, pointing to the door down the hall and on the left. She would find it easy enough. His apartment wasn't overly large, but a good size for him.
It had the basics: an entrance, a living room, kitchen, eating area, one bedroom a bathroom and a small study. It was not disgustingly messy but not overly neat; somewhere in between, something reflective of a typical guy's apartment. A few things thrown here and there, some dishes piled up in the sink... it looked a little lived in, even though he didn't spend a lot of time here. He made his way to the kitchen, washing his hands since he'd given her use of the bathroom first.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 23:00:25 GMT -6
Julianna looked around the room, and took in his place for a long moment before turning and walking toward the bathroom. Once she found the peroxide and a few hand towels, she cleaned her hands and walked out. Pausing there she looked down the hall at the bedroom door, tempted to go in and look.
While he was always a jerk, and a cave man to her, Julianna wasn't blind. Jackson was a good looking man. She imagined that if he wanted to be nice to some girl he could win her over. Turning away from the room, she walked back to where he was and put the things on the counter. "Come here." It wasn't a request. She would clean his cut, then see to her own before leaving. Since he was too caveman to let a doctor do it, she was just going to make sure he was alright.
Since he was taller, she would have to make him sit down, so she pulled out a chair. "Sit here." While waiting for him to comply she wet one of the towels in the sink, then opened up the bottle and poured some on the cloth.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 23:08:35 GMT -6
Hearing her come back, he didn't turn to look at her but rather, continued to pour a couple glasses of water. This was probably the nicest thing he'd done for anyone in a very long time. She then told him to come there, and to purposely be defiant, he took his time. Grabbing the two glasses, she then instructed him to sit on the chair she pulled out for him. He stood near the table and looked back at her as she wet the towels. He knew what she was going to do and he didn't know how to feel about that. He was a man. He didn't need his cuts to be tended to. And yet... he sat down anyway, setting the two glasses of water on the table.
"I'm not a kid," he told her, using his usual tone. "And I don't need that crap," he further added stubbornly, referring to the peroxide to clean his wounds. "Use it on yourself if you need it." While he remained consist in his tone lack of sympathy to her... he knew he was treating her better than he did most people, and hated that he was. He didn't exactly just invite anyone up to his place. He could have dropped her home, driven her to the station or hospital, or just left her on the scene. But he hadn't. He had offered her a ride and brought her to his place to let her get cleaned up. And he was just annoyed that he was letting himself do these things... even though he didn't regret it.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 23:16:37 GMT -6
She had planned to wash the area first, but his childish words made her opt to use the peroxide first. She reached for the top of his head with one hand and pulled it to the side so she could press the cloth to the cut. "You might not be a kid, but you are more exasperating then any eight old I have met." And that comment was as close to personal as she dared get with anyone on the force or in the office.
If anyone met her daughter, or learned she had one that worked in her field then word could get around. Someone could say something causally to the wrong person and 'he' could find out. He being Gabby's father.
Pushing that thought away, she began to clean the cut, before picking up the other cloth and cleaning the back of his neck of soot. The cloth moved around to the sides, and then slowly up to his face. Her fingers brushed his skin, and she again felt the relief and other emotions she didn't want to feel.
She looked into his eyes, but then tried to avoid his gaze. She needed to get cleaned up, and get out of here. Stepping back she dropped the cloth to the counter. "You're lucky it wasn't deep." She had butterflies in her belly, and it made her tone sound off.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 23:30:09 GMT -6
Jack made a face as she pressed the peroxide on his cut, holding in any reaction to make sure he didn't look like a whimp. But damn! That woman went straight to it. And furthermore, she called him a kid. Not just any kid, an eight year old. That was weirdly specific. Guess it had to do with her whole profiler thing; pinpointing him at a specific age. That, and she was using big words again. He may know what it meant, for the most part, but her refined speech was in direct constrast to how he spoke. "Don't call me a kid," he protested... aware that that may only make him sound more like a kid. She went on to clean his cut, and then proceed to wipe the soot from him. This all felt too... tender. And he didn't like that. He wasn't a tender type of guy, who liked being... well, tended to! He took care of himself. And yet, he wasn't pulling away from her, knowing he could... if he had really wanted to.
For that moment they made eye contact, he looked at her... perhaps really looking at her for the first time since he met her. Her eyes away though and she went back to the counter, saying that he was lucky. "Yeah, real lucky," he mumbled sarcastically. He then rose to his feet, looking at her and again, for the first time actually looking to see where she was injured. He noticed a gash on her lower arm, and was aware that it would be easier for someone else to clean and bind it for her... that was the excuse he was using anyway. "Sit down," he told her, not even sure why he was going to bother doing this. Maybe because she did it for him? No. He didn't often care about returning these kinds of favors. While giving her a moment to do so, he went to the bathroom to get a cloth bandage that he would wrap up her injury with. Hopefully she would be able to hide it so that no one at work noticed. Grabbing anything else needed, he returned to where she was, seeing if she had now complied with his words.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 23:40:57 GMT -6
Julianna watched him walk away and then looked at the chair. She picked up the last clean cloth, wet it with water and began to clean her face from the soot. She would just have to try and get it all since there was no mirror in here, but she knew with her luck she'd miss a spot. Grabbing her phone she sent her neighbor a quick text, explaining that she was fine, but would be working late. Gabby stayed there when she had too work late, and she just picked her up on her way home.
When he came back she walked over the the chair, and slowly lowered herself into it. She'd let him clean and bind the cut, but then she needed to put some distance between them. Because looking at him, smelling him, and worse feeling his skin; all were starting to do funny things to her insides. Dangerous and funny things. She wanted to make small talk, and try to distract herself from everything happening but she wasn't sure what to day.
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 7, 2014 23:49:45 GMT -6
Since she was seated, Jack used his foot to pull the other chair closer and sat down so that he was seated next to her. He set down the bandage on the table and took her arm in his hand, starting to wipe away the blood with a damp towel first. He wasn't as tender with her, but he was still being more careful than he usually was. Once the blood was cleaned he then took the peroxide and began to dab it over the cut to disinfect it. He didn't feel the need to warn her it may sting. That was the epitome of useless talking because everyone knew peroxide on a cut stung. Why the hell would he point out the obvious?
He wasn't a small talk kind of guy, even less so now for whatever reason. He wished he could blame being tired, or more annoyed than usual, or anything else other than the truth... which was because she was here. What he had to say usually wasn't nice things so for once, he was picking silence. Wanting to force some words out... his mind was blank. He would just have to wait for her to say something first so he could reply with his typical type of responses.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 7, 2014 23:59:11 GMT -6
It stung and she almost pulled away, but his grip on her arm kept her there. Silently they sat there, while he cleaned and wrapped her cut. His hands felt hot on her skin, and it made her feel edgy. Crossing her legs, she tried to sit still but only ending up uncrossing them. Once he was done, she looked over at him, again meeting his eyes, "Thank--" She cut off her words, turning from quite thankfulness, to soft apologetic. "Right, never mind." He didn't like thank yous. Even thought she thought it often, because he did keep her out of trouble a lot.
Running her hands down over her skirt, she pushed to a stand, and forced herself to look away from him. "I'll clean this up before I go." Her hands reached for the towels, but she wasn't sure what to do with them. After a moment she just put them back down and then looked back at him. She should leave, but apart of her wanted . . . something else. She wasn't even sure what. "I ummm . . . " Have to go. Need to thank you. "Nice place."
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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 8, 2014 0:06:53 GMT -6
She was about to thank him and he shot her a look, but even before he did so, she seemed to remember how he felt about thank you's... so stopped herself. He finished wrapping the bandage around her lower arm and pinned it together so it would stay in place. She then rose to her feet, not looking at him, and seeming... awkward. As if she didn't know what to do with herself. "Leave it," he told her, referring to the towels. He didn't need her to clean up after him; he could do it himself. It wasn't so much about saving her the trouble... but more about him being capable and not wanting her to think he wasn't.
She seemed to be saying something but finished by complimenting his place. He rose to his feet, wanting to ask her if she was serious. That, was what she wanted to say and talk about? "Are you really trying to make small talk? Cause that was a piss poor attempt at it," he mocked and said in that usual snarky tone of his. Clearly, he didn't know how to take a compliment. But more importantly, he able to talk again, in the hopes of reverting to his usual self and not being this quiet... overly thoughtful kind of guy. That wasn't who he was, and it wasn't who he wanted to become. Apparently though, something about her brought that out in him.
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Post by Dr. J. Grayson on Feb 8, 2014 0:13:17 GMT -6
Thank goodness! He opened his mouth, and it reminded her of who they were. For a moment there she had forgotten. She had forgot about her rules, and who he was. His comment made her feel foolish, but she didn't let it show on her face. Turning she reached for her coat, and phone, draping one over her arm and holding the other before her.
Don't thank him. Don't try to make small talk. Don't do anything a normal human would do! It annoyed her sometimes how hard it was to just be a person around his caveman antics. "I should go." She told him, not looking at him. Then she was tempted to thank him just to annoy him since she was walking toward the door, and had she not felt off center she would have.
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