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Well that was fun. [Note that he doesn't sound like he's been having fun at all.] Nothing like a few teenage hormones to give us all a weekend off, huh?

[Private to Armand]

Did Vidal hurt you? Are you okay? I didn't see you during the flood.

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[Relief poured into Armand from that kiss. He finally had to take a break to breathe.] How long before you go... before we go?

[He wanted to go right now, but had to reason with himself; there would be things to take care of. People to talk to. Jack frowned, thinking.] A few days. End of the week.

[Armand nodded.] Then there's no reason we can't sit down to that tea and... talk. I'll need to make arrangements, too. Talk to the Admiral.

[Jack nodded, though he had to convince himself to step back.] Yeah. We've got time.

[Armand saw that reluctance and tried to guess why...] If you want to do something else, say so. We're not leaving this moment, but-- I thought you were the one who was good at saying what you wanted.

[He pulled out a handkerchief to try to dry the last of his own tears, and knowing the gesture was a little silly, he first tried to dry Jack's shirt front.] I hope I didn't ruin your shirt.

[Jack smiled a little, hand on Armand's shoulder.] No, no. I just like holding you. [He squeezed Armand's shoulder, and walked back to the tea pot, waving off the attention to his shirt.] Don't worry about it, they've been through far worse.

[Armand finished drying his face and returned the hanky to his pocket, then sat, trying not to be too far from Jack. He didn't want to give up that closeness much either.] The tea will get cold, and I will not. You can hold me again in a bit... [He wanted to forget the tea too, and maybe kiss Jack again, but the tea had been his idea.]

I don't want to talk about sad things. Are you going to be able to show me somewhere fun?

[A smile started tugging at the corner of his mouth, just a little.] I could take you to America. Plenty of places to go there. Or maybe some place tropical. [He cocked his head, smile growing.] How do you feel about space?

I liked America. The Admiral sent us to... Disney World once. I'd like to see more. [He poured out the now barely warm tea and held out a cup to Jack.] And space would be interesting, but perhaps after seeing modern Earth...

[He took the cup with a nod of thanks.] Disney World. I haven't been there in decades. We can do that. I could show you Paris. Naples, New York, Berlin. There's plenty to see.

You'll be much more fun to visit with than the Borg Queen. [He sipped his tea, and giggled.] If we go to Paris, perhaps I can find the street where I used to live and show you.

Borg Queen? [He smiled and took a drink.] I'd like that.

She was my inmate, half a robot or something like that. She was quite intent on making everyone else like her. I was terrified she'd go berserk and attack random people. It seems almost funny now, but at the time it wasn't.

The Admiral likes giving me very advanced and frightening inmates.

[He drank more of his tea, but ended up just sitting gazing happily at Jack.] I feel as if I've just been reprieved from an execution. My heart is still pounding.

Edited 2010-07-28 02:41 (UTC)

He hasn't been very kind to you, has he? [Jack reached across to take his free hand, squeezing it.] I'm sorry, Armand.

He has not. It seems insane to say that Loki was the best of the lot. [He squeezed back, then impulsively set his tea aside to move to cuddle against Jack, if he'd let him.] Which is why for a while there, I thought he hated me.

[Jack wrapped his arm around Armand, pulling him close.] Who knows?

[Armand settled against Jack, as content as he could be.]

You're very comfortable.

[Jack chuckled, patting his stomach.] Is that code for lose a few pounds?

[He chuckled a little himself.] No, it's code for 'I want to be in your arms more often.'

You know, I think I can arrange, [he said, pulling Armand tighter against him.]

If only we could ignore the entire world this way. [He only shifted enough to be certain he was still comfortable.]

Doesn't hurt to try.

You're a flirt, Captain Harkness, and everyone says you're a terrible rake, but you've only ever been a gentleman with me. It makes you all the more endearing.

No one believes you can be both, I don't get why. It's not that difficult.

[He let out a little sigh, but kind of resigned.]

I didn't say you couldn't be both, but you needn't be so careful with me. You can hurt me--surprisingly easily it seems--but not offend me.

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