“I guess. It gets foot marks all over the window sill though.” Jack said, eyeing his window sill. He had no idea what she was thinking, or the fact that Six didn’t even have his own legs any more.
She laughed, trying to get up off the bed to go to the window, feeling her powers only slowly returning as her skin paled a shade lighter. “That’s fine..I can always clean it..”
She looked around for a rag, finding one of Jack’s old paint ones and shaking it out, walking over to the window. She didn’t feel as weak as she had yesterday, her rest definitely helping her.
“It isn’t that big a deal,” he said, now feeling horrible for having said it. Oh dear. He was only three days into his powers and already his meeker self was beginning to push back, trying to resurface. He really had to finish the gun now. Jack got up out of his seat, and smoothed out his clothes as he walked around to her. “Look Katelynn, I have some work to do so are you okay here?”
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