At the same time she wanted to peel her skin off hearing his pet names for her again, they also struck some nostalgic longing she didn’t know she had for the way things had been so long ago. Not the Core, not the eridium, not Jack–just her father. For a moment her expression softened, revealing a glimpse of the sadness she’d buried beneath her new persona. It seemed they’d both chosen new identities; like father like daughter.
The sincerity of his statement was poorly timed, striking before she could put her walls back up. He had nothing now, he was on the same level as every other bandit on Pandora. Angel told herself he was likely lying to her, telling her whatever he thought would bring her back to him. Did he miss her or how powerful she was? She’d stopped believing his affection when it became the password to her prison. Still, she wanted to believe him, that he’d learned his lesson in the fall. She felt the slightest quiver in her lips and pressed them into a hard line, trying to gather her defenses again.
“I don’t usually go looking for people, they come looking for me.” Assuredly, had she known he was alive she would have gone out of her way to avoid him. But it was too late for that now. “How did you survive?”
jack groans and rocks back on his heels, stretching his arms and letting them rest behind his head. “you really think i’d stay down for long?” he asks, starting to pace, though he knows not to approach her yet. “my bio-signature’s on priority status in the new-u system, sweetheart. but i knew i couldn’t just c o m e b a c k . too many people after me. too much happening.”
he stops, looking up to the sky where helios should be. “guess too much happened too quick, huh?” he sighs. “and for the record, baby, i didn’t come lookin’ for ya.”
jack pulls his goggles over his eyes, grabs his bandana, but before placing it over his mouth he continues. “got a g r a v e for ya. out behind where i’m shacked up. i’ll keep it, just in case you ever get someone on your trail, but... yeah.” he covers his mouth and turns, beginning to walk away.
“you can come with me if you want. can stock up on supplies. won’t mind the company.” he wants so desperately to turn around and rush her, grab her in his arms and spin her around, run his fingers through that curly hair--but he knows he can’t. not yet at least. he can be patient.
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