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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[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."