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“I don’t see how you can continue to trust me the way that you do.” Jack’s comment was gentle, but laced with confusion. He leaned back in the rolling office chair, wounded arm and hand outstretched to allow the medic her work. Years after he survived the bombing, and only about six months since letting her discover that he was alive, he still kept so much from her, a lot from both before and after his disappearance(s). She knew how much he tended to keep to himself, and often bothered him about it all. He never gave in. Refusing to worry her any more than he did.
“For all you know, I could be Talon after all these years. Dangerous as the media portrays this vigilante.” he added after a moment, anxious in the silence. From his perspective, she appeared to give him an angry side-eye before piercing his arm with the stitching needle once more. He grunted, flinching back though she had a firm grip on his forearm. It hadn’t hurt before. What did she change?
“What is it and how do you say in Swedish? Good grief?” one language he hadn’t picked up quite yet after decades of traveling the world. The needle again, and he bit his lip. Had she foregone the anesthetic or something, to offer him some grief? “Talk to me.”
