[Even after spending so long apart, he can still read every minutiae of her expression--in fact, he's a little surprised at how easily it comes back to him, just another reminder of how effortless it is for them to slip into old routines. Their eyes meet for that split second and he lets it linger just a second too long before he tears his gaze away, focusing on the task at hand.
It's always been easier to just focus on the task at hand. The mission. Responsibility. Lining up protein bars and packs of sterile gauze in neat rows. He only looks up again when she joins him at the table, trying not to feel scrutinized, even though he knows there's no reason for it beyond the vague sense of shame that he has for running around, doing the things he's been doing.]
Easy to pack. [He offers a shrug.] Don't take up much space.
[It's a poor excuse--the truth is mostly that he's so caught up in his mission that he doesn't leave much room for self-preservation. Perhaps he's a bit ashamed to admit that, too. Jack doesn't want her to know how lost he's really been since she left.]
I don't stay in one place for too long.
[That much should be evident. He can't really afford anything else.]
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It's always been easier to just focus on the task at hand. The mission. Responsibility. Lining up protein bars and packs of sterile gauze in neat rows. He only looks up again when she joins him at the table, trying not to feel scrutinized, even though he knows there's no reason for it beyond the vague sense of shame that he has for running around, doing the things he's been doing.]
Easy to pack. [He offers a shrug.] Don't take up much space.
[It's a poor excuse--the truth is mostly that he's so caught up in his mission that he doesn't leave much room for self-preservation. Perhaps he's a bit ashamed to admit that, too. Jack doesn't want her to know how lost he's really been since she left.]
I don't stay in one place for too long.
[That much should be evident. He can't really afford anything else.]