Catching Up [completed]

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Character(s): Jecht and Auron
Content: Auron and Jecht have a talk.
Setting: The Actua Are in E3
Time: Week 5 - Late Afternoon
Warnings: None yet

Auron stood close to the wall in front of the building, sword, for once, left in his room in the hotel. The one coming there was, for once, someone he trusted; there was no need for a weapon now. He had told Jecht that he needed to hear the whole story. How the man would react, Auron didn't know. Perhaps no better than his son had. Likely worse. But Jecht needed to be told. He would find out for himself when he returned, but something like this wasn't something that one should wait to be told.

He wondered if Jecht would be able to recognize him. His coat would probably be the giveaway, but Auron didn't look like the young man Jecht had seen ten years before. He would probably have to answer questions about that, too, the ones he hated to answer. And it was because of that that as much as he was looking forward to seeing his friend again, part of him was almost anxious.

Maybe he'd have a drink when all was said and done, too.

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Auron had definitely made the right choice in telling Jecht immediately. If there was one thing he hated, it was being kept in the dark about something important. He hated that sugar-coating ideology, and even if his reaction to the news was a violent one, he knew that he needed to hear it.

So... the kid was a lot like him, eh? "Heh," the man chuckled with a slight bitterness. He leaned forward, resting the palms of his hands against the wall in front of him, and hung his head low between his arms. "I bet he hates that."

About to make a comment about the Chocobo Eater, he was abruptly cut short hearing that last bit. The kid -- he'd seen them?

Jecht froze. He had been more open and honest in those recordings than he had ever been. He had spilled everything in front of that device, things he thought he'd never have the courage to say in the flesh. Truth be told, he only really started to be serious when he began to realize that maybe there wasn't a way back to that Zanarkand, but --

He never thought he'd have the chance to see his son again after his time in Spira. As the realizations sunk in, he suddenly became aware of the mist (there was no way they were tears)that had somehow built up in his eyes.

With shaking hands, he inhaled quickly, hoping that Auron hadn't heard the barely audible sniff he'd tried to conceal as he straightened his back and immediately faced the door. "Yeah, so," he started speaking as though he was trying to rush through something, "I, um. Thanks for all that, Auron. Gettin' to Zanarkand an' all that. I forgot that, uh, I had to do somethin' jus' now, so, maybe we'll catch up more a little later."

ooc; aww, thanks for the offer! jecht will bounce back (he's jecht! haha) but a couple days of self-loathing will do him good. plus he's got that meeting with vyers lined up right after this, so you're doing more than enough for him as is. ;D

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((Okay, good. ^.^ Just wanted to make sure everything would be okay. I know a lot of angst can make things difficult to play sometimes. XD))

Auron knew it irked the boy. He always protested whenever the possibility was brought up, but even he, to some point, couldn't deny just how similar he was to his father. But as much as Tidus denied it, it was obvious enough that he didn't hate Jecht as much as he said. He could see it in Tidus's eyes in his and Jecht's last meeting and hear it in his voice. But that was something the boy would have to tell Jecht himself.

He heard the sniffle but made no comment, pretending he had heard nothing. Jecht already wanted to leave enough already and there was no reason for Auron to bring it up. He had reason enough for tears already, whether he knew it or not. "I keep my promises," Auron explained, more grateful for the "thank you" than he showed. "Until next time then."