"Shit we all got fears, we all got quirks, that isn't shit, You should hear what my therapist say about me..." Jacks let the point go, he realized his own emotional problems weren't the best fodder for conversation right now, and certainly wouldn't help the already fucked up situation.<br/><br/>"But the truth is I don't care about that petty human condition shit, You and I have a chance to work past that, and yes we might find out that this isn't the best thing for either of us, or......OR we could find out that we met our soulmate, that one special butterfly that floats into your life once in a lifetime and if we don't at least give it this chance, we'll never know." That was it, Jacks had expended his emotional vocabulary and now it was in her hands. Either Maggie would take the chance or she'd slap his face and storm out. He simply didn't have any more pleading in him, the truth was that baring his soul like this had really turned his screws and he was feeling kind of turned on again. It wasn't something he wanted to admit, but it was the truth. Her smell, her beauty, hell even her rage was making Jacks want to pick her up and take her back to the bedroom for another go at it. Maybe this time they wouldn't get interrupted. His subconscious kicked in and he reminded himself to lock the elevator just in case they did fall into the throes of passion again.