"We do." Jack nods, utterly sure of it. "It doesn't matter what we are, but what we do. What we make of what we've got. That's what we should be proud of."
He shifts over with her, reaching for her hand, shaking his head as he sits.
"Don't. I prompted it. If anything it's my fault for asking you to see me. I shouldn't have reacted to it. But I did. There's no blame here."
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Date: 2009-05-01 12:56 am (UTC)He shifts over with her, reaching for her hand, shaking his head as he sits.
"Don't. I prompted it. If anything it's my fault for asking you to see me. I shouldn't have reacted to it. But I did. There's no blame here."