He swallowed audibly. "I don't know. Maybe?" It was a question, not a statement. It was true. Seeing Gabrielle again had brought back all the feelings for her he'd thought were long gone.
Christina nodded slowly. She disengaged herself from his arms and slowly rose. "I think you'd better leave now," she said softly, her eyes on the floor.
"Christina," Moffitt's eyes pleaded for understanding.
She held up a hand. "Not right now, Jack. Give me time to think." She looked up and met his eyes. A storm of emotions shined there. "Just please leave for now. We'll talk more some other time."
Moffitt reluctantly left. He immediately sought out Tully. He found him in his room, reading a book.
"Tully, could I talk to you for a moment?" Moffitt asked uncertainly.
Tully set down his book. "Sure, Sarge. What do you need to talk about?"
Moffitt hesitated before answering, "It's about Christina." He stopped.
"Yes?" Tully prompted.
Moffitt sighed, "I told her about Gabrielle. She was rather understanding, but then she asked me if I stilled loved Gabrielle."
"And what did you tell her?"
"I said maybe." Moffitt started pacing. "It wasn't the right answer, I know. I couldn't just lie to her. But now she's hurt and I don't know what to do; how to fix it. Maybe I should try to explain again tomorrow."
"No," Tully said sharply. Moffitt glanced at him, surprised. Tully softened his tone. "Sorry, but don't talk to her about it for awhile. Give her time to sort everything out."
Moffitt nodded. "Okay, thanks for listening, Tully."
Tully smiled. "Anytime, Sarge."
"Don't call me that."
Author's Note: I know this is a really short chapter, but I just needed to get something out there. Hope you like it!