She had a pained expression, and he saw her shirt was soaked with blood and had a long tear across one side just above the waist. She saw his glance a... her side. Whitaker gave him a look and shook her head slightly to let him know she was ok. After waving him off Whitaker stood up and put her gun around the corner, firing blindly a few times.While their plan to flank Qasim had not worked out, her being next to him meant he didn’t have to worry about hitting her in crossfire. Following her lead. "She didn't answer him, crying and still angry, but knowing deep down that she would forgive him. She loved him too much not to."I love you, I'm sorry I ever thought you cheated on me. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that." You think I'm a slut," she repeated in a whisper."I don't! Jen, I don't! I love you, more than anything. I was just mad. Please?" I love you Ryan," she said, still sounding a bit angry. "I can't stay mad at you, you know that. So why do you do this? I never did. You have accepted that Herbert is gone, and you have to live your own life once more." No, no, boss. I still miss my Herbert immensely." You probably still do, Sylvie. You will always miss your Herbert, but now it will be nice memories of Herbert, and not the agonies of losing him any more. That new attitude will take charge." Do you really think so, boss? Just because I fucked John?" That is so. It was a sign that your normal urges have won over your grief-fuelled desire to keep yourself pure. Then call your babysitter, your staying here tonight." I told her, the first words I had spoken this entire time. She didn't know what I meant, so she opened her mouth to speak, to ask, she just could not find the words. " I... I don't understand..." she tried quietly, not sure if she meant it in regards to what I said, or rather to the entire experience. I only reached out one hand to her, after the desire was satisfied and some sense of normality had returned, she flinched away from me. I did.