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She stared into his eyes, trying to fathom what was in his mind at this moment.
"Is it something I said?" she asked barely above a whisper. He shook his head, and let his eyes drop to the floor. He didn't want to look at her.
"Then what is wrong?"
"It's just.. I can't…I don't know. This just doesn't feel right," he eventually muttered, clearly unsure of himself. She draped her arms around his shoulders, and started to give them a massage. He shrugged her off, and got up from the seat. He walked around the room for a few moments, her eyes watching him the whole time. He then stopped, and walked over to where she sat. He sat on the floor at her legs, and looked up into her eyes.
"I'm just not in a good place in a moment. I never thought I would be alive long enough to have a relationship with someone, and yet here I am." He shrugged. "I survived a suicide mission. We survived a suicide mission. I didn't think that we would both survive, so I didn't think about where I wanted this to go. I think I just need some time…to sort out my life do you understand?"
"What I understand Jacob," she motioned him to sit back beside her on the couch. He obliged, sagging onto the couch as if he had the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. "Is that you talk too much." She leaned in to kiss him, but he stood up before she could.
"Look, I should go. Just give me some time to sort myself out. I just need to think," he walked towards the door. Before he reached it, he turned back to her. "One thing before I go."
"Yes?" she said eager for him to stay longer.
"Are you looking for a one night stand or something lasting?" he watched her face as she thought of her answer.
"My answer is the same as it was last week before the suicide mission," she smiled at him. As the door opened, he looked back around at her. She had already put back on her normal attire, and he was disappointed as she covered her face with the hood she preferred.
"Kasumi, you look much better without your hood on..." he muttered to himself as he walked to the elevator.
Jacob returned to his usual residence only to find it in complete disarray. Granted, he hadn't been in here for a week, but surely someone else could clean up? There were assault rifles all over the ground, with the sniper rifles usually in the cupboard all over the table where spare parts were normally kept. Jacob guessed that in the rush of impending doom, everyone came here to grab anything that could shoot. He sighed, and reached down to pick up the M98 widow. He made sure to bend his knees, remembering that it weighed 39 kilograms. He struggled to lift it, and it almost dropped on the table. Jacob wondered how Shepard managed to carry it around with him. He then went around collecting all the weapons strewn around the room, and ended up with a big pile of unassorted weapons. He sighed; it would probably take him a week to organise it all.
"Is something wrong?" a voice asked from behind him. He turned around: Shepard was standing behind him.
"Just the fact that this place is a mess, and it will take me a while to fix it," he walked towards the cupboard, and heard the sound of something breaking underneath him. He saw the Claymore that Grunt was overly attached to.
"Ouch," Shepard cringed. "I don't want to be the one telling Grunt that his favourite gun is broke. But something else is wrong. Not just this mess. I can tell by your face." Damn, Shepard is good at reading faces he thought to himself. Jacob simply shrugged.
"It's nothing, Commander," Jacob lied, hoping the lie would convince him. It didn't, but he decided to drop it.
"If you say it's nothing, then fine. Where's my Widow? Or did you break that too?" he asked mockingly.
"It's at the bottom of the pile," he pointed to the pile. Shepard retrieved his favourite gun, and left with a wave. Jacob sighed. What is wrong with me? He thought to himself. I have a chance with a wonderful, beautiful woman and I screw it up by not being able to move on? Miranda was obviously able to move on, so why can't I? She and the Commander may try to tell everyone otherwise, but I know that look in her eyes. It was there when we were… more than just friends and its back now. Jacob shook off his thoughts, and began to put some order back into the armory.
Thankyou for taking time to read this. There may or may not be more, depending on whether or not people like it and if I can come up with more chapters.