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Explain what?

*sigh* I ain't sure I wanna talk about it.

Not a problem. I get into those moods too.

What? You thought you got a girl knocked up, too?

...Yeah, I had this whole one night thing. It was messed up. *manages to look serious* It was a scare when she called a couple months later.

...

*small smirk* How do you do that?

Why what?

Seems Kate and I had a little misunderstandin'. Surprise, surprise.

I told her I was glad she wasn't pregnant.

And are you?

WHY would you ask that? Of course I am! Or lest you forget, Clara Barton, that women and their babies die here.

No. I haven't forgotten, James.

...

I know you haven't. Sorry. I'm just... it ain't like either of us are all that capable of raisin' a kid. And I know she don't really want one. And I don't exactly want her keelin' over.

Seemed like a win-win situation's all.

I wanted things to be different..

I have to get Sun home

And if you and Kate were back in the real world?

Yeah. Me too.

And yeah, ya do.

... Likely, one or both of us'd be in jail, so I ain't sure how it matters.

Yes, you should have explained things to her. I wish I could fix things before we leave...I wish I had an answer.

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Aw. I have many moments like this.

You didn't need to explain, James. I got the message.

*facepalm* Kate...

And it doesn't matter. Locke wanted me gone anyway.

And I told you, I don't give a damn what Locke wants.

There's always an excuse, Kate.

I didn't want to bring you any more trouble.

*shrug* Apparently I'm pretty good and findin' them.

You ain't trouble.

... okay, you ARE trouble, but it ain't like I minded it before. *smirk*

And yeah, you sure are.

*small smile*

Eventually you would have gotten sick of fighting with Locke and decide I'm more trouble than I'm worth. Then where would I be?

Since when do I get sick of fightin' with anybody, Freckles?

You know what I mean.

Eventually you would have gotten sick of me. Only a matter of time.