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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 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.

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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."

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"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?"

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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."