TF-verse, Florida: Jeimu and Jav's house.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

She looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.

"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"

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He's silent for several minutes, but then shifts with a sighing of shocks.

"I think that you're a brilliant and compassionate woman, with a gift for seeing things that most humans would never think to look for."

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

Well, that is certainly a new answer for Jeimu. Most of the time variants on the words "insufferable", "annoying", and "oh lord what's up with that accent" usually come into play.

And none of that this time.

Still, she's on the defensive.

"So then why, if that's what you think of me, did you spend hours and hours treating me like I was a nuisance?"

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Another silence. Then, "The same reason I treat Ironhide as though I despise his existence."

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

Now Jeimu's silent, and she kind of just sits there as though in a daze.

Finally: "Oh."

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"I'm sorry."

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. So am I. It wasn't the most graceful party exit I've ever done..."

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"You were upset." His voice is heavy.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't make it right."

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"I forgive you?" It's offered tentatively. He's not sure it won't just make her angry again.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Me too."

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"Thank you." And now he's not sure what to say again, so he falls back into silence.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

And she shifts uncomfortably. "So." A pause. "Do you like... things? And stuff?"

She hears tinny laughter and knows that Dev is somewhere, and all she can do is just shake her head.

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"Things? he asks, confused. "Stuff?"

[go-endeavour.livejournal.com]

"She's trying to bury the hatchet, dear." Dev picks something out of her engine bell and examines it intently (it's a nice piece of driftwood), not really looking at either of them. "Start talking about something nice."