What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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J (cross through) Sweet b (scribble over) Juice (line slashed through)
Sweetheart,
I hope you get this at a good time, cause I'm sending it to TM. I cant remember your full address right off and I might have tore open your letter. So I fucked up the return address. I know, I'm a dork as you would say.
You'll have to ignore my grammar errors, I don't write much, and American is hard. Not everyone can be as smart as you though.
Anyways none of that is even important. I miss you lad. I lay here at night and think about you. When I'm not being harrassed by Jax anyway. He's not a terrible cell mate but you would have been better.
Shit, it would be better to be out there with you.
I can't wait to see you again. I hope this next time goes better. I don't want you to cry. My old heart can't take it.
I have a plan for the future. We probably need to talk about it, not on paper so someone doesn't see it and throw a fit.
You know, your the first person, since Fi that I've felt so strongly about. I'll do anything to make you happy.
That being said, I know Tig has primarily been looking after you since the whole thing with Roosevelt and then me getting locked up. Let Tig take care of you, do not feel bad for letting him help. I've asked him personally to be the one that's there for you. I trust him with my life, therefore I trust him with you. I love our brothers, but Tig will keep after you almost as good as me. I say almost on purpose. (Draws smiley face)
I love you so much. There are so many things I want to say, but I'm afraid to write them here. I look forward to Thursday. Be good.
Forever,
D

Juan folded the letter, smiling ear to ear. Tig looked at him with a raised brow.
"Well that's a face I would pay to see. Good letter then?"
Jessie kicked her leg gently at his shin. "Your special someone wrote you a letter from Queens. How sweet and old school. What's it say?" She teased, making him blush.
"Just that I'm missed is all." He sneered playfully.
Juan placed the letter on his kitchen table and walked into the living room, the others following.
"Fine don't share the details with me. I'll remember that!" She stuck out her tongue making them all laugh. "I need to get going. Skyping with David in a few hours. So excited!" She clapped her hands happily.
"You don't get to talk to him much huh?" Juan asked sadly.
"No. They schedule times to use the computers on base. If I miss him it would be a while before I'd be able to try again. I miss him so much. Talking makes it better and worse every time. I can't wait for this tour to be over." She wiped a tear from her cheek before clearing her throat. "Sorry bout that. I'll see you guys soon. Coming back down next week I think."
They pulled her into a long hug, before seeing her out.

"You hungry Tig? I'm starving. I can cook but I don't think you'll like it. I only have health food."
Tig grunted, propping his feet on Juices pristine coffee table.
"Just make whatever. I'll order something. Don't burn your apartment down." He gruffed. He was grumpy, Juice knew he was upset with him, and cooking was a great distraction. He thought over the words in the letter. "Let Tig take care of you, do not feel bad for letting him help. I've asked him personally to be the one that's there for you. I trust him with my life, therefore I trust him with you."
How did Tig feel about this? Obviously he agreed, he'd been sleeping on his couch since Chibs got locked up.
"Juice." Tig walked into the kitchen to find a puzzled looking Juice. He was obviously thinking hard about something, he didn't even acknowledge Tig.
"Juice." Tig spoke louder not wanting to startle him.

"Huh?" He turned his head to see Tig lean against his counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We need to talk about last night. I need to know what happened."

Juice looked down shamefully, he hadn't meant to upset Tig. He hadn't even considered the other man really until much later. Part of him felt like he'd be relieved to be free of his obligation for a night, but part of him knew he'd be upset.