Ask A Time to Laugh, A Time to Weep

[Talak Rand]

Talak had finally gotten a message with an address to meet Trys. After what had happened to her apartment, it was no surprise that it wasn't anywhere he had been before, but he'd dropped everything to go there immediately. He was both excited and dreading the meeting. Since Hans had told him that Trys had recovered, he'd been bracing himself for the worst, clearly picking up on the fact that Hans, Crix, Trys, and probably other people he didn't know were all angry at him.

And yet, Trys was alive and recovering. She'd come back, and no matter what happened, that made him happy. He had missed her fiercely and had craved seeing her again. Even if this went poorly, knowing that she was recovering meant more to him than he could put into words.

The Nomad set down on Coruscant at a landing pad not far away and he made his way there in short order, standing just outside the door and pausing. His heart was pounding and he felt more terrified now than he had for most of his actual fights he'd been in. He realized it was because he cared about this far more than he cared about... pretty much anything else. That wasn't very Jedi, was it? After his talk with Max, he'd tried to take a better approach to being a Knight, actually becoming a Jedi rather than simply filling the part, but - and this was a big shocker - that was hard. Wow, shocking.

He realized he was putting off knocking and reached out to tap several times on the door, taking a step back and waiting, reminding himself that he probably shouldn't immediately throw his arms around her when she opened the door.

 

[Trys Aran]

Trys had been crashing at her Ranger partner’s apartment after he graciously offered her a place. Normally she was terrible about accepting help, but she was still reeling from waking up just a few days ago. One of the names that kept coming up was Talak, and it was accompanied with emotions and glimpses of memories.

She wasn’t sure what to expect, but Nick decided to allow her some privacy by taking an off world mission for a few days. Trys was sitting on the couch and thinking over what happened the past few days before she heard the knock. She felt almost ill as she rose to stand, not used to feeling nerves like this.

The lieutenant opened the door and her eyes widened at once. Recognition flashed almost painfully through her and she had to clutch her head for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut. Trys had to take a moment to ground herself back into reality, grasping the frame of the doorway to keep herself standing.

After a few moments, Trys finally recovered, slowly looking up at him again. The shock still hadn’t left her face, and she simply gazed at him for a few seconds. Without a word, she stepped back to allow him in, a whirlwind of thoughts spiraling through her mind. She wasn’t even sure how to start a dialogue with him.

 

[Talak Rand]

The door slid open and Talak's breath caught in his throat. It was the first time in far too long that he'd seen her, and whatever changes she might have undergone, he still loved her. He quashed the urge to throw his arms around her, and the thought was quickly wiped from his mind as he saw what happened to her as a result of seeing him.

Her eyes went wide as if she'd seen a ghost and she clutched at her head, nearly falling over. She may not have remembered him, but he knew her still. He could sense her pain and in a way shared in it. His hand reached out to grab her to keep her from falling, but she'd already grabbed the doorway and his hand never actually touched her, forcing himself to stop just short. Whatever had happened to her, she felt... different.

Are you okay? he asked, waiting stiffly before she motioned him inside and he stepped through.

How are you feeling? he asked. He still wasn't entirely sure all that had happened, and they both seemed a little awkward, so that was an easy opening question, right? Maybe.