Emma. There were times (not many) when Jack second-guessed his choice to date a telepath, and this week was one of them. He knew she was hurt by how he'd been so far; he just didn't know how to process depression in any way except by locking his feelings inside a very small room in his head, and trying to coast on charm. (Telling Tony was different. Tony understood the basics, wouldn't be shocked by any of it. Emma might well be.) But she was also too close to his real self to accept the coasting, and that was -- a problem.
He smiled lightly. "I can't resist a request for assistance," he told her as he pulled the door open, finger still marking a place in his book. "How could I be of service, Miss Frost?"
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Date: 2010-02-23 03:52 pm (UTC)He smiled lightly. "I can't resist a request for assistance," he told her as he pulled the door open, finger still marking a place in his book. "How could I be of service, Miss Frost?"