Her throat tightened up and she suddenly wished she wasn't sitting quite so close. "At first, I... He said you had work to do, and I didn't argue," she admitted quietly, tears burning at her eyes because of the pressure of the guilt pressing down on her chest. "I didn't question it. I should have, but I was just so happy that it was still him... 'm sorry, Jack. Really."
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Date: 2009-03-07 05:03 am (UTC)