JSA Brownstone

[caleb_z]

As the gathering breaks up, Caleb numbers among those heading towards the door. Unlike the rest, though, he lingers, and stares at the door for a moment. He lets out a sigh as he brushes his hair out of his face with a hand.

Hesitantly he moves away from the door, and drags his tired, sore frame towards the cold comfort of the guest rooms.

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[caleb_z]

He notices her relax, but holds little hope that she’ll begin to conduct herself more reasonably. To Caleb, words are just words, and most of the time they’re only worth the paper they’re written on. Actions dictate his opinions, not words.

“I spend rather a lot of time interdicting the reaper’s activities myself,” he notes. “Most of the time, it’s been against people I’ve never met, and often on behalf of people I don’t and never will know.” He pauses for a moment, carefully selecting his words.

“Despite the fact that I joined for Corrine, it would be unwise to extrapolate that she’s the only one I’ll go the mile for in the field. So long as we fight under the same banner, my best efforts are put forth.” Honestly, he’s quite insulted that someone - especially someone who’s worked with him in the field - could hold that opinion, but then again, Tara didn’t exactly get to know him during the best parts of his life. Best to just let it go.

“Still, apology accepted,” he adds. “As both Sand and Detective Chimp noted - and both with flawless logic - whatever differences we’ve had in the past, we’re going to work together.” He extends her a hand. “This team is a new beginning, and I would propose a similar arrangement for us. Bygones, and all that.”

[onthecase]

"Excellent," the chimp says, shaking his glass. "Now, live up to what you've been saying, and I can go snag another Long Island."

[green_shield]

She does shake, but it's still a wary one. It's going to take time.

"Great. Well, I have a boyfriend downstairs. See you guys later."

I mean, what else is there to say?