He hadn't slept well. Hadn't slept well at all since he'd talk to Jack. He'd tossed. Turned. Stared at a book he couldn't process. He stayed in bed until the sun was already well into the sky. Finally, he got up and changed into his jogging gear. Sneakers, shorts, shirt tucked into the shorts. Nothing was on his chest but his dog tags. He
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"What's wrong?" Owen asked. He'd be annoyed if he'd run all this way for nothing.
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"Bad day," he said, staring off at the ocean, rather than at Owen.
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Fuck it. Owen didn't want to deal with this right then so he simply wouldn't.
"Fine. Whatever," he said dismissively before turning to walk away. He wasn't going to ask the same question twice.
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"I had a fight with Jack." He shrugged a little. He'd had a fight with Vala, too, but he knew that she'd talk to him again. He couldn't be at all positive about that with Jack. "I let him get to me."
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