[She wants to see him in person. To punch him for scaring her, to hug him for being back and to yell at him and insist he never do anything like that again; even though they both know, of course he will. God she hates him sometimes. Or loves him. Or some insane convoluted mixture of both.]
[And because of all those emotions she can't choose from, because she doesn't know what to do about him, about how she feels, about Luceti, the Malnosso, death, the jedi and everything in between, she leaves him stewing a bit and then speaks up on journal, not trusting herself to do it in person first. She should see him in person but oh well. Betraying him was nothing new.]
I saved some Gitanes for you and I have a fishing pole... if you're up to it. I could work on my tan. [She spent days wanting to cry, but like hell she'll show it now. Business and play as usual.]
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[And because of all those emotions she can't choose from, because she doesn't know what to do about him, about how she feels, about Luceti, the Malnosso, death, the jedi and everything in between, she leaves him stewing a bit and then speaks up on journal, not trusting herself to do it in person first. She should see him in person but oh well. Betraying him was nothing new.]
I saved some Gitanes for you and I have a fishing pole... if you're up to it. I could work on my tan. [She spent days wanting to cry, but like hell she'll show it now. Business and play as usual.]