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He tried to be understanding and patient and he was generally pretty good at it when he came to this stuff--or at least, he tried. He didn't say anything about Albert coming here every year, rain or shine and the few times he came with, like now, he hung back and let Albert do his thing.

But today was overcast and rainy and chilly and Jet got cold easily so his jacket just wasn't cutting it, making him more cranky than usual. Besides, as he watched Albert's body language change signalling he was finally done talking or whatever he did, it occurred to Jet that he honestly didn't understand the point of coming every year. He could understand paying respects, but he didn't think it had to be a yearly thing....or that Hilda would be horribly offended if they'd waited for a day that was a little warmer.

He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, rubbing at them a bit, as he waited for Albert to head back over. "It's freezing, I don't get why you come here every year, it's always cold." A bit of a sour look crossed his face, but it passed and he actually sought out the older cyborg's eyes. "You okay?" As much as he didn't get it, he did know it was important to his partner and Jet wasn't so insensitive to not understand how hard it probably still was even years later.

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He entered the apartment and closed the door behind him, only moving away from the door far enough to deposit the abused folder on the nearest flat surface.

He was just as quiet as Albert pressed the ice to his hand--any lingering stinging disappearing under the numbing cold--and was just wondering if he should try and say something when Albert broke the silence first.

"A little, but I flipped out at you. You didn't deserve that. You were tryin' to help me out and I bit your head off for it."

He paused, sifting though the thoughts he'd had on the roof and attempting to find one that would cooperate enough for him to explain, but none came forward.

"I looked at it. Thanks for finding that stuff out...I know that address and she's probably good there." But that didn't stop the thought he'd had or the twisting unease that accompanied it. That part he was still debating on.

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"That's good to hear. I only found her and if she was alright, I didn't look into it any further than that." His voice is quiet as he adjusts the ice on Jet's hand, but also a little defensive, an echo that he had been trying not to step on Jet's toes even if the whole thing may have been ill advised.

He's silent for a long time, glancing at the folder and debating whether he should risk sparking another argument by asking. Ultimately, he doesn't think it will, so he can risk it. "...Are you going to go look in on her?"

Not face to face, they both know that would need too much explaining and be too hard not just for Jet but his mother too. Even Francoise, when she'd sought out Jean Paul, had simply watched the old man from afar with his grandchildren - her grandnieces and nephews that she would never know. She'd cried on Albert for a few minutes after they'd gotten back to the car, not sad so much as simply overcome.

"I'll stay here or go with you if you want me to, whatever you decide."

Jet's glad for the silence, it lets him think about the idea that had been tossing around in his head since he looked at the address. But then Albert asks him as though he can read Jet's mind and the teen goes still, eyes still glued to his hand.

"I...yeah. I think I will. Soon." He'd pretty much decided, he was just still trying to convince that part of him that wanted nothing to do with any of this; luckily, it was a shrinking part.

"...d'you mind? Going, I mean...I think I'd rather you did." Albert had just said he would, but Jet still felt a need to ask since he was just as unsure about that part as he was about even going.

The whole thing made him uncertain he ended up feeling like he was some kid all over again.

"Of course." Carefully, Albert leans forward and kisses Jet's temple, the kiss landing on hair more than skin but the intent is there. Comfort and support through any trial. "Anything you want."

Quietly, Albert removes the ice to check the swelling. Finding it abated, he reaches for a small roll of gauze - always kept handy, considering their lives - and methodically wraps it around the abrased knuckles. "Just don't go fighting any more doors, alright?"

Jet smirked. "Hey, he started it, I was just defending myself."

He caught Albert's hand as it finished patching his and held it. He wanted to apologize again, maybe say how much Albert caring enough to do this for him, with him meant to him. How much Albert meant to him.

Long arms entwined around the shorter man and held him tight to Jet's chest as he did his best to bury his face in soft white hair.

He didn't want to seem clingy or overly-emotional in case what he was trying to say didn't get across, so he moved to let go only moments later, but even just that hug bolstered his spirits from the depths they'd sunk to.

The hug is a surprise. At least, at first Albert thought it was since he'd been assuming the redhead was still angry with him in that way where you don't want to be but you can't quite help it just yet. Instead he gets tangled in Jet's arms and a nose buried in his hair.

It only takes half a moment for him to wind his arms around Jet's narrow waist in return. He's relieved not to be in the dog house for longer; he's not sure how sleeping on his own couch would have one, especially when he knows Jet is having a hard time with the idea of seeing family again. He wants to be here for him, like Jet is here for him every year, every time he visits the Wall. There are no words for how much that means.

He lets Jet pull away when he wants and then stands to move towards the kitchen, but not without a gentle squeeze to his partner's shoulder. "I'll make us something hot to drink. Unless you're hungry?"

He shook his head and turned towards Albert's couch, intent on flopping himself over the cushions. "Just that hot drink, I'm not feeling that hungry." Except he did cause he always was, he just didn't actually want to eat right now.

"Well..I don't know, maybe something small."

He laid there, staring at the ceiling for more than a minute before getting up again. He was restless and felt anxious on top of still feeling like a bit of a jackass for the way he'd been treating his partner through this whole thing. Jet relocated at the small table that served as the dining room, turning his chair backwards as he sat facing Albert in the kitchen.

By the time Jet's returned to the kitchen, Albert's already reheated what he'd made for dinner. It's nothing special, just some canned soup and bread from the corner bakery, but it's warm comfort food and might be exactly what they need at the moment. The beer doesn't hurt either.

Albert sets the food in front of his partner without fanfare, sitting in his own place across from Jet soon after. "Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks." He flashes a small smile at the German before starting to poke at the food. Once he'd gotten a couple of spoonfuls in his mouth though, his appetite returned with a vengeance causing both bread and soup to vanish so fast, their being there at all could be up for debate.

His returned penchant for inhaling his food didn't stop Jet's brain from working over the issue still at hand, but he didn't give voice to it until his bowl was clean. "I think I'd rather go sooner instead of later. So I don't flake out or anything. Is that alright with you?"

Albert, by contrast, is barely half done with his bowl but he still pauses when Jet speaks, full attention on his partner. "Whenever you're ready is fine. I can make arrangements."

He'll need to take leave from his job again, which they might not like but he can always get another one. Not to mention plane tickets since Gilmore's in the arctic with some of the others on a mission. He'll have to rent a car too, since the address is nearer a suburb. In fact, he's not sure if it's in New York City at all but instead in New Jersey. He'll have to take a look at the file again.

Even so, he'll take care of it all so Jet doesn't have to think about the logistics. "Just tell me when."

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