[ It makes d'Artagnan pause, that look on his face. A strangely vulnerable look, from a man who is never vulnerable. D'Artagnan hesitates, and then sets his rifle back on the ground. His eyes fall away, uncertain, because he'd not really expected Jack to come and talk about this.

And if he had, he'd definitely not have expected him to look so sad about it.

A shoulder lifts, and his head shakes just a little. ]

I didn't think you'd want to see me. You haven't seemed thrilled to, the last few times we talked.

[ He runs through that last fight they'd had again. He's thought about it a lot since then. ]

I thought you'd want space. I was giving it to you.