[There's a tug at her lips at his reply, something sad and sweet and so fond that it could melt the world. For just a second.
The thud of his pack draws her good eye down, but she feels that thud in her chest too. It's a 'coming home' sound, a 'I'm here now' sound, a 'I never left' sound and her glance shifts from the bag to him just in time to catch the way looks at her.
And ah, if she were only young again and perhaps a bit more foolish this time. Or perhaps a bit less foolish.
But she's not and she goes back to watching his hands dig out supplies. In their old times together she would have been at his side by now, collecting what he set out, finding it new, easy to access places - probably even making comments on the quality of what he'd brought her this time - but she stays where she is in this new life. He's still Jack. She's still Ana. But they are not the same Ana and Jack they once were and she's unsure about that. She doesn't like being unsure. Her life now is very much about calm and balance. If she was centered as a sniper before, she is all but meditative about it these days. But this doesn't sit low and mild inside of her. He's still Jack. She's still Ana.
And she can still, apparently, predict what he's going to set out because his ideas of 'necessity' haven't changed at all. She sets the knife down and moves over to the table, stepping into his space the way she always used to, looked over the supplies. His ides of 'necessity' might not have changed much but -
she picks up one of the food packets with a 'tch' sound and has to turn her head to look at him from her good eye. Some things apparently will not change. The smile on her lips is almost familiar.]
Please don't tell me this is what you've been eating when you remember to eat.
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The thud of his pack draws her good eye down, but she feels that thud in her chest too. It's a 'coming home' sound, a 'I'm here now' sound, a 'I never left' sound and her glance shifts from the bag to him just in time to catch the way looks at her.
And ah, if she were only young again and perhaps a bit more foolish this time. Or perhaps a bit less foolish.
But she's not and she goes back to watching his hands dig out supplies. In their old times together she would have been at his side by now, collecting what he set out, finding it new, easy to access places - probably even making comments on the quality of what he'd brought her this time - but she stays where she is in this new life. He's still Jack. She's still Ana. But they are not the same Ana and Jack they once were and she's unsure about that. She doesn't like being unsure. Her life now is very much about calm and balance. If she was centered as a sniper before, she is all but meditative about it these days. But this doesn't sit low and mild inside of her. He's still Jack. She's still Ana.
And she can still, apparently, predict what he's going to set out because his ideas of 'necessity' haven't changed at all. She sets the knife down and moves over to the table, stepping into his space the way she always used to, looked over the supplies. His ides of 'necessity' might not have changed much but -
she picks up one of the food packets with a 'tch' sound and has to turn her head to look at him from her good eye. Some things apparently will not change. The smile on her lips is almost familiar.]
Please don't tell me this is what you've been eating when you remember to eat.