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Derek is restless. Ken is restless.
I suppose, a better friend would help them with that. Instead, I've been ignoring that concentrating on having my kind of fun while letting them work that out on their own. Now that I think of it, Jinpei was pretty much the same way. Jinpei did not do well in peace- time. Joe understood.
Maybe they need to talk to Joe?
Anyway, I need to talk with my husband. It's not enough for him -- the life he's leading. I'm going to have to get it into my head that him going back to hunting does not equal him breaking his promise to me. Got to be a big girl now.
Jun put down her pen and closed her paper-and-pen journal. She dropped the diary atop the lockbox in the safe beneath her desk. She yawned widely while locking her safe. Then, she locked up the office and picked her way through the darkened hallway and back up the stairs to her apartment.
There was no sign of Kian or Derek in their kitchen or living room. First, she checked on Kian; easing the door open and watching the top of his head while he slept. Her old bedroom was still pink and relatively plush. Then she carefully made her way to the bedroom she shared with Derek. Her new room. She hesitated before opening the door.
I suppose, a better friend would help them with that. Instead, I've been ignoring that concentrating on having my kind of fun while letting them work that out on their own. Now that I think of it, Jinpei was pretty much the same way. Jinpei did not do well in peace- time. Joe understood.
Maybe they need to talk to Joe?
Anyway, I need to talk with my husband. It's not enough for him -- the life he's leading. I'm going to have to get it into my head that him going back to hunting does not equal him breaking his promise to me. Got to be a big girl now.
Jun put down her pen and closed her paper-and-pen journal. She dropped the diary atop the lockbox in the safe beneath her desk. She yawned widely while locking her safe. Then, she locked up the office and picked her way through the darkened hallway and back up the stairs to her apartment.
There was no sign of Kian or Derek in their kitchen or living room. First, she checked on Kian; easing the door open and watching the top of his head while he slept. Her old bedroom was still pink and relatively plush. Then she carefully made her way to the bedroom she shared with Derek. Her new room. She hesitated before opening the door.
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Right now though, he's carefully draped over the made bed--as if he's perfectly aware that it took some work to get it nice and neat. There's a slight smile on his face, and he has hold of Jun's pillow. His sides rise and fall slowly with his breathing--the only sign at the moment of possible unrest is the occasional twitch of his foot.
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Catching her scent on the robe, the smile on Derek's face widens a little, and one of the hands wrapped around Jun's pillow edges out to gently touch the silk.
"...corazon...alma...." he whispers quietly, then settles back into full sleep, hands carefully, affectionately grasping what he can of Jun's presence.
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She sits on the ground, leaning her head against the door frame. She upends the bag. A rainbow-swirled rubber ball and several jacks fall to the ground. She scoops them in her hand and begins to play. She relies on touch to keep score. The rhythmic bouncing and skating sweep of her hand are softer than the sound of Derek's breathing.
Her eyes are full of him.