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Geoff never fell in love. Not after he died the first time and he had always vowed he wouldn’t. Not even when she waltzed into his life, picked him back up and stayed by his side stubbornly. Not even when they spent multiple lives together and created a new family from rag-tag strays.
Even when he did fall in love, he never so much as fell in love, as slid inevitably to that outcome.
And he was oblivious as dicks towards it too.
All the Crew’s jokes only started to stick when he’d started to notice exactly how much time he spent with Jack.
How they’d sit together and watch films, or how they’d get into the same car without thinking if they needed a fast get-away.
Then he’d started to think about all the little times in the past.
How Jack would always try to nurse him back to life after a fatal wound and only use respawning as a last resort. How he would come back to Jack sat beside him, sometimes still covered in his blood, but always with a warm smile on her face.
He thought about all the times Jack had been killed and how he’d sit beside her, praying to whatever that she’d come back; that their lives weren’t up. About how happy he’d always be when she came back.
Geoff liked to think his heart was protected, but the more he thought about it the more he realised how stupid He was to think that.
Jack had been the first one to break down his defences, and after that every new Crew member had just sauntered in and set up camp.
Jack. The woman who shared his liquor and who he trusted enough to tell about his first life and who she trusted enough to talk about her own. The woman who helped him back onto his feet and stubbornly kept him there.
He could probably narrow it down to three moments.
The first was when they’d robbed someone for the first time and they were sat in Jack’s small apartment, looking at all the jewels and small stacks of money. They’d stayed up for the rest of that night, laughing and holding each other, thriving off the adrenaline rush they’d gotten.
The second was when Geoff was sat in a hospital room, beside Jack in the hospital bed. He was waiting for her to wake up, and when she did he stood up, gently reaching for her hand.
“Geoff?” Jack asked, looking up at him blearily.
“Hey Jackie.” Geoff said, smiling down at her. When the doctors allowed it, he’d handed her a mirror Lindsay had given him when they’d last visited and sat in silence. Jack looked at herself in the mirror and cried in happiness, finally looking like who she’d known she was for centuries. Geoff had cried with her, holding her hand and wiping away Jack’s tears while she kept looking at herself.
(He’d almost hit Gavin in the dick when he’d made that stupid ‘you look like you’ve got a lot on your chest, Jack’ joke)
The third was when they’d drove down the coastal road in a stolen convertible, the money from their last heist in the backseat, the cops a distant memory. When Geoff had turned the radio on and they’d sang along loudly to whatever song came on, carefree and incapable of feeling fear. The rest of the crew heard, but they were too busy celebrating themselves to really care.
“We did it Geoff.” Jack said, her feet up on the dashboard, looking over at him with a grin on her face and her hair flying about.
“Yeah we did.” Geoff said, reaching out to her and patting her knee. Jack just laughed and grabbed his hand, throwing their clasped hands in the air as they tore down the tarmac. It was a sign of unity, and when he looked over and saw the shine in her eye, he felt his chest tighten. That drive was when Geoff knew just how badly he was fucked.