Time to make nice...
Souris hadn't change one bit.
It has been six years and she still is impossible to deal with. Jean-luc chuckled to himseld silently while starting the camp fire. It was like she had never left even though they hadn't seen each other in forever. Still, it was good to see her. It felt nice to have something from a much simpler time come back into his life. Even though Souris had never been simple even when they were young, it was her unfaultering innocence that refreshed Jean to the point of honest-to-gods joy.
They did, however, get along about as well as they had when they were kids. They had been reunited for only a couple of days and already they have been giving each other the silent treatment. She had been looking for him for a number of years apparently. This surprised him. They had both grown up and moved on, or so he thought. He at least moved on. He thought that after thier home town burned to the ground that all ties between the old residents were also ashes.
Jean thought that maybe it was time to try to talk to her again. She deserved to at least know what he had been up to for the past few years, even the hard parts. It'll help, in general, to talk about it anyway.
Jean got up from the fire and walked over to were the silver haired girl was sitting. He sat down next to her.
"Can we talk?"
It has been six years and she still is impossible to deal with. Jean-luc chuckled to himseld silently while starting the camp fire. It was like she had never left even though they hadn't seen each other in forever. Still, it was good to see her. It felt nice to have something from a much simpler time come back into his life. Even though Souris had never been simple even when they were young, it was her unfaultering innocence that refreshed Jean to the point of honest-to-gods joy.
They did, however, get along about as well as they had when they were kids. They had been reunited for only a couple of days and already they have been giving each other the silent treatment. She had been looking for him for a number of years apparently. This surprised him. They had both grown up and moved on, or so he thought. He at least moved on. He thought that after thier home town burned to the ground that all ties between the old residents were also ashes.
Jean thought that maybe it was time to try to talk to her again. She deserved to at least know what he had been up to for the past few years, even the hard parts. It'll help, in general, to talk about it anyway.
Jean got up from the fire and walked over to were the silver haired girl was sitting. He sat down next to her.
"Can we talk?"