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[ Wow, way to bring that up and get her to laugh some at it. ]

Well that too.

And you're still the person I met on the ship who isn't expected to be anything they don't want to be.

[He looks her over]

Well if you kiss me I won't go easy on you, you know.

[Wow, a joke.]

[ she rolls her eyes, shaking her head in amusement at that. ]

I expect you to go running and screaming down the halls telling everyone, okay?

[ yep, a really bad joke. ]

I got over cooties when I was eight.

[Actually he never had that phase]

But have you ever dealt with space cooites before?

[ yeah, she is actually joking right now shocker. ]

Are they more potent?

Maybe. I heard they like Tang.

[ SHE CAN PRETEND TO LOOK SERIOUS HERE, REALLY SHE CAN ]

You're weird.

And you're friends with me.

So what's that make you?

I don't think it works that way.

[ she laughed lightly at that, shaking her head some as she did. ]

Of course it does, you have to start question your judgment on becoming my friend here.

[ it's a small joke, and it might not come off like she hopes, but she really is just hoping to get john to relax some.

which is why she has to quietly ask: ] How are you doing though - aside from Kurt kissing you and all that?

[He shrugs. He's not sure if he's ready to tell anyone his mom is gone, yet.]

[ her brow furrows at that, watching him in a silent consideration for a moment. she knows john has never really been the chatty type, but for some reason here, she feels like there is something more he is not saying and she can't help but be somewhat concerned. ]

What's up, John? [ and yes, her tone is calm, but showing she wants to know. ]

[He just sits there, silent for another moment, then looks up at her]

My mom is gone.

[ her expression just falls at that, her hand going to the back of her neck, rubbing. ]

When?

I don't know.

[There's a rasp of pain there, suddenly]

[ she inhales deeply, not able to hide the sadness that is all across her face. ]

How long have you known?

[It's like a rawness, when John Connor is sad, or angry, or unhappy. His emotions are like sandpaper, they grate on everything]

A few days.

[ her frown just deepens at that, her eyes scanning over him in a clear sadness/concern, not sure what to say for a brief moment. ]

You should have told me, John. [ and she has to stop herself from moving over towards him and just pulling him into some odd type of hug (he seems like he needs one, okay?) ] You shouldn't have to deal with this type of thing alone.

[ because even if he did have Cameron, she really didn't think that girl was capable of the empathy that he might need. ]

[He's still, frozen. He'll never see his mother again, he's sure of it.]

I don't know if you noticed, I'm not good at talking about what I feel.

And I don't know if you notice, I really don't care. - I'm still your friend and I still care.

[ and she will keep pounding that fact into him till he comes to accept it and knows he can be honest fully with her. ]

I just need to sit here.

[It's the most honest thing he's ever said to her.]

[ she just nods in understanding, her face still obviously one of concern. ]

You can stay here as long as you want, [ she quietly said as she moved somewhat closer to him, her hand nervously moving towards him in some awkward attempt at a pat - almost as if she thought she could find a way to comfort him with that.

(yeah, she sucks at this type of thing. But it's been so long since she has done anything like that, that she has to try to remind herself how to even begin - she’s trying okay?) ] ...I don't mind.

[He takes her wrist - not her hand, just her wrist - in his hand and holds it there, tight, quiet, because he never touches anyone anymore, and Cameron doesn't count. Cameron isn't human, she doesn't actually understand this, he knows it.]

[ Her eyes move down to his hand around her wrist, sighing slightly at the sight. She knows this is awkward and she might not know what to do fully, but she knows (well assumes) a hand on the wrist isn't going to bring you much comfort.

So without much thought, she is looking up at him with a clear concern, as she attempts to jockey herself into a position she can at least try to wrap her other arm around him in some odd hug. ]

It's okay John. [ a quiet beat ] I'm not going to leave you.

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