[His shoulders seem to relax a little when she finally invites him inside, though he doesn't miss the way she scrutinizes him in the moment before stepping aside. They're both tired--they've both been tired for a very long time, to the point where Jack just accepts it as the reality of his situation. He's been something of an infamous insomniac for years, but he writes it off as part of the job. It isn't anything he hasn't learned to deal with.
At least, that's what he tells himself.]
More tired than usual.
[Jack tries to give her a smile. Her office is a little more homey than his. Both are smaller than one might expect, simply by virtue of the building's layout, but where Jack has kept the glass and steel and wall-to-wall holoscreens, she's moved in real wood chairs, and he's always found it sort of nice, a reminder that not everything needs to be military-formal.
This certainly does not need to be military-formal, though Jack tends to have difficulty extracting himself from that mindset. He has to be concerned with appearances and protocol and sometimes it takes him a moment, even with Ana. The lock of the door does not go unnoticed, but he feigns obliviousness as he busies himself with uncapping two bottles and setting them out on her desk, only meeting her eyes after he's tossed the caps into the trash bin.
He holds up his bottle in mock-toast, though it's unclear whether or not he actually intends to drink.]
no subject
At least, that's what he tells himself.]
More tired than usual.
[Jack tries to give her a smile. Her office is a little more homey than his. Both are smaller than one might expect, simply by virtue of the building's layout, but where Jack has kept the glass and steel and wall-to-wall holoscreens, she's moved in real wood chairs, and he's always found it sort of nice, a reminder that not everything needs to be military-formal.
This certainly does not need to be military-formal, though Jack tends to have difficulty extracting himself from that mindset. He has to be concerned with appearances and protocol and sometimes it takes him a moment, even with Ana. The lock of the door does not go unnoticed, but he feigns obliviousness as he busies himself with uncapping two bottles and setting them out on her desk, only meeting her eyes after he's tossed the caps into the trash bin.
He holds up his bottle in mock-toast, though it's unclear whether or not he actually intends to drink.]
Cheers.