Sarah Connor (
knowthyexits) wrote2011-09-22 10:42 pm
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This has gone on for too long. Sarah's not ashamed of what she's done (even if she's slightly unnerved by the fact that she hadn't had her memories while she did it), but she still hadn't sought out Cook either. Three weeks since it's happened and she's tired of hiding. She knows Cook's general habits and so she knows where she can find him. She waits until she feels up to the task and then heads for the Hub to find him and put the issue to rest.
It's not that there is an issue. It's just that she doesn't want one incident to ruin whatever acquaintance-type of friendship.
"Cook," she gets his attention with a quiet comment, leaning her elbow against the bar and ignoring the fact that she can tell that she's lost weight. It's not something she wants to think about (especially now) and so she dismisses it instantly, keeping her attention on him. "Can I get you something? Beer? Wine?"
It's not that there is an issue. It's just that she doesn't want one incident to ruin whatever acquaintance-type of friendship.
"Cook," she gets his attention with a quiet comment, leaning her elbow against the bar and ignoring the fact that she can tell that she's lost weight. It's not something she wants to think about (especially now) and so she dismisses it instantly, keeping her attention on him. "Can I get you something? Beer? Wine?"
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"I don't care what you fucking say." And yet, now that he knows, the abandonment doesn't hurt so much. She still did it. She still fucked around when she should have come to him. She'll do it again, most like. But people walk away from Cook. He hasn't learned how to walk away from them.
He stares down at his glass again, then pushes it forward and throws a signal to the bartender to refill him. "Don't ever pull that shit again," Cook says, his voice softening but not soft, the closest thing to forgiving her that she's gonna get.
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--None of which she wants to talk about.
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And now Sarah's kissing his cheek and hugging him. He likes her and she's fit as hell, but she's also old enough to be his mother. It's fucking weird. Weirder still, it's kind of nice.
"Don't get all soft on me now," he says, forcing himself not to smile. He refuses to; letting her pull him into a hug is enough. "I only like you when you're being a badass."
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"You know, a good woman would be intrigued by that," Cook counters.
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