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“Don’t laugh.”

He said it like an order, but there was a slight pleading tone to his voice that he couldn’t hide. While Becker had been thrilled when Connor had asked him to be his best man, he had taken a little while to figure out that such a task was going to require formal wear. A tux, to be exact. It wasn’t that he’d never worn formal wear before, but the penguin suit was a far cry from his dress uniform, in fact, it conjured up sour memories of the stiff button-ups and too tight church shoes that his mother used to force him into every Sunday. Glancing up at Jess, he tried not to obviously pout as he fussed with the poorly tied bowtie that was threatening to choke him.

“If it was anyone but Abby and Connor, I would not be caught dead in this thing.”

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“I’m not going to leave you.” From fieldcoordinatcr for Lester ;)

James couldn’t help the slight pang of guilt he felt when he glanced at Jess. When she’d taken this job he and Philip had promised her that she would never come in contact with the creatures and yet here she was once again trapped in the ARC with a creature on the loose. And he hadn’t exactly helped the situation by spraining his bloody ankle and becoming essentially a sitting duck while a 90kg Thylacoleo stalked the halls. He could already hear his wife’s eulogy for him claiming he deserved his fate for once again working late against her wishes. Still, he let none of this show on his face, instead tightening his grip on the EMD he’d taken to stashing in his office since the Convergence incident.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jess, I’ll only slow you down. Though, I suppose if you stay we are ten times more likely to get a rescue from Becker.” He huffed, “What are you still doing here at this time of night anyway?”

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Connor Temple was a genius. A fact that, apparently, not everyone agreed upon all the time, but this, he was determined, was not one of those times because he had thought of everything. His plan had started in the break room with a fresh, hot pot of coffee and Jess’ favourite coffee mug, the one Becker had kindly pointed out for him. He had prepared a cup of coffee in the favourite mug in exactly the way Becker claimed she liked it. Everything about it was perfect, assuming Becker knew what he was talking about, and he couldn’t help the small, self-satisfied smile on his face as he placed it on her desk in front of her. 

“Morning Jess. Coffee?”