Truth, But No Logic-7

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It had been perhaps the most trying discussion that humans had ever attempted to have. It was worth it though.

Jack, had shown a tremendous amount of self-control, or maybe it had been Rose grabbing his hand whenever he showed signs of killing Cal. It had been a discussion filled with emotions.

Cal, had been scared, but also happy. Jack was mostly confused, and Rose was mixed. They had talked until late in the night; not noticing the hours that passed until Rose's head dropped onto Jack's shoulder.

"Well, I should go," Cal said awkwardly. It had been easy to speak when had know that Rose was listening, but now it was difficult. His voice refused to cooperate. Jack nodded. "Yeah, you probably should."

He carefully picked Rose up from her chair. It had been a long day for them all, but even longer for Rose. Jack gazed at her, forgetting Cal.

Cal watched in fascination as Jack held Rose. He did it with such gentleness, as if terrified of hurting her. He silently slipped out. His going was unnoticed by Jack who only had eyes for Rose.

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Cal wandered around Santa Monica before finally going back to his hotel. His mind was filled with thoughts. Most of them about Rose, but others about himself. He remembered his childhood, being dominated by his father, and slowly losing that something that is necessary to all people.

Cal had no idea what it was, but he knew that Rose had given it back to him. Her unquestioned forgiveness of all that he had done had given it back to him.

Jack on the other hand, had seemed to imply that the first chance he got he would skewer him with a toasting fork. Cal shuddered. The idea of being skewered was not something he was open to.

It didn't really matter anyway, as Jack was not the type to do something like that unless pushed over the edge. Cal had intentions of doing that.

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Jack held Rose tightly in his arms. She slept peacefully, smiling occasionally and snuggled closer to Jack. He touched her cheek softly. Rose sighed and her eyes slowly opened. "I didn't mean to wake you," Jack whispered. "I know. It wasn't you."

"Then what was it?" "I dunno….I just woke up." Jack nodded knowingly. "I see, and does this happen often?" His voice took on a mock high society tone. "Do you often wake up for no real reason?"

Rose laughed. "Jack, you are insane." Jack became serious. "I am, am I?" "Yes, and that's part of why I love you." "Part of? What's the other part?"

"Well," Rose wrinkled her nose, "I can't really say." "Oh, and why not?" She cupped Jack's chin in her hands. "Because why I love you doesn't matter. What matters is that I love you." Jack smiled. "I love you too." "Good."

"Rose, how do you feel about Cal?" "I'm really not sure. It's all so confusing." "I understand." Jack kissed her hair lightly. "We can sort it out in the morning." Rose grinned. "Good. I have other plans for tonight."

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