09-07-2015, 07:12 PM
Jensen waited quietly while Ivan gathered his thoughts. Dorian certainly left an impression. He didn't come with the bearing of a man wishing a wounded brother well. He came armed with questions. Maybe he was a superior officer, although Ivan didn't address him as such. The politics of Custody police wasn't something Jensen understood, having spent most of his years in the CCD fiercely avoiding police.
Jensen gently held Ivan's gaze as he began to describe what clearly weighed on his heart. He nodded, although he wouldn't say that he healed anything. It was this gift. If anything, Jensen resisted it for years, but if he had accepted the truth sooner, more lives would be saved by now. Forgiving himself that fault was unlikely to come, but his actions from this day forward worked to rectify himself.
Finally, Ivan asked his question. The yearning in his heart and eyes was clear, but Jensen's breath froze in his chest. His jaw parted, speechless for a moment. "Ivan. I don't think..."
He shook his head and stood, backing away from the bed and licking his lips. "I don't control it. I wouldn't even know what to teach. I'm not the man for that job."
His gaze flicked to the door. "I wish you well. I really do."
He ran his hand across his hair, attempting to hide the shift that positioned himself to quickly leave. Ivan was healed now, but hooked to tubes and monitors, he couldn't readily give chase.
Jensen gently held Ivan's gaze as he began to describe what clearly weighed on his heart. He nodded, although he wouldn't say that he healed anything. It was this gift. If anything, Jensen resisted it for years, but if he had accepted the truth sooner, more lives would be saved by now. Forgiving himself that fault was unlikely to come, but his actions from this day forward worked to rectify himself.
Finally, Ivan asked his question. The yearning in his heart and eyes was clear, but Jensen's breath froze in his chest. His jaw parted, speechless for a moment. "Ivan. I don't think..."
He shook his head and stood, backing away from the bed and licking his lips. "I don't control it. I wouldn't even know what to teach. I'm not the man for that job."
His gaze flicked to the door. "I wish you well. I really do."
He ran his hand across his hair, attempting to hide the shift that positioned himself to quickly leave. Ivan was healed now, but hooked to tubes and monitors, he couldn't readily give chase.