FILL: “Through a Diamond Sky” Part 6.1 (In progress) allronix1August 20 2011, 10:30:09 UTC
Kevin paced and ran a hand through his hair. Yori had the grace to step out of the room, but Clu was still standing by, an unreadable expression on his face. He was relieved beyond measure that Jordan was safe, and part of him was actually glad that she was in the digital world with him. At the same time, this was not how he wanted her to find out, and he never had figured out a good explanation for his experiments on the Grid. “Jordan, half the board already wants to put me into a fucking straitjacket. How the hell do you explain this without the other half agreeing?”
“The board is one thing, but I am the one crazy enough to marry and have a kid with you!” Jordan fired back. “Fit me for the fucking straitjacket!”
“Maybe they'll put us in the same padded cell.” He was trying for sarcastic humor, but the anger still bubbled up through his voice. “The Flynn-Canas honeymoon suite.”
“How romantic,” she drawled. “But I don't think I could take it. All those late nights...all those strange behaviors. You have this double life; one where Sam and I don't factor in!”
“Jordan, it's...” He puffed out a breath. “Look, I should have told you. I wanted to tell you. I didn't know how.”
“Didn't know, or just didn't want to figure it out?”
“There's things I won't ask you about. I don't ask about your ex, I don't ask about your time in the service unless you volunteer the information.”
“That's my past. This is ongoing. There's a difference,” she pointed out.
He sighed. Great, he was in trouble, he didn't want to be, and he had no idea how to quit digging. “Now that you know? I mean...this is the bottom of my secrets, Jordan. Yeah, I screwed up in not telling you, but what else do I need to say or do on this?”
She held up her hand. “Just...give me time, first. And who is your twin over there, watching us fight?”
“Oh.” He almost forgot. “Um, Jordan, this is Clu. Clu, Jordan. He's the administrator Program I made to run the Grid when I'm taking care of life outside.”
“Like when you're with me?”
“Yeah, like when I'm with you, or running Encom, or at the arcade, or...yeah.”
“I'll leave the pair of you to continue fighting,” Clu said, one eyebrow raised. “After all, she does take priority over this world.”
Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Clu, do not start.”
“So you're juggling the world in here about as well as you're juggling the world out there?” Jordan asked. She shrugged and looked over to Clu. “I'm betting you have the patience of a saint.”
“It's not easy,” Clu remarked, the Program showing a faint trace of Kevin's sense of humor.
“The board is one thing, but I am the one crazy enough to marry and have a kid with you!” Jordan fired back. “Fit me for the fucking straitjacket!”
“Maybe they'll put us in the same padded cell.” He was trying for sarcastic humor, but the anger still bubbled up through his voice. “The Flynn-Canas honeymoon suite.”
“How romantic,” she drawled. “But I don't think I could take it. All those late nights...all those strange behaviors. You have this double life; one where Sam and I don't factor in!”
“Jordan, it's...” He puffed out a breath. “Look, I should have told you. I wanted to tell you. I didn't know how.”
“Didn't know, or just didn't want to figure it out?”
“There's things I won't ask you about. I don't ask about your ex, I don't ask about your time in the service unless you volunteer the information.”
“That's my past. This is ongoing. There's a difference,” she pointed out.
He sighed. Great, he was in trouble, he didn't want to be, and he had no idea how to quit digging. “Now that you know? I mean...this is the bottom of my secrets, Jordan. Yeah, I screwed up in not telling you, but what else do I need to say or do on this?”
She held up her hand. “Just...give me time, first. And who is your twin over there, watching us fight?”
“Oh.” He almost forgot. “Um, Jordan, this is Clu. Clu, Jordan. He's the administrator Program I made to run the Grid when I'm taking care of life outside.”
“Like when you're with me?”
“Yeah, like when I'm with you, or running Encom, or at the arcade, or...yeah.”
“I'll leave the pair of you to continue fighting,” Clu said, one eyebrow raised. “After all, she does take priority over this world.”
Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Clu, do not start.”
“So you're juggling the world in here about as well as you're juggling the world out there?” Jordan asked. She shrugged and looked over to Clu. “I'm betting you have the patience of a saint.”
“It's not easy,” Clu remarked, the Program showing a faint trace of Kevin's sense of humor.
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