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If he'd stayed a moment longer, he'd have completely lost control. Jean crouched in the corner of the hydroponics lab, hidden by the green things he grew to help sustain the station, and buried his face in his hands. She deserved more than the out of control asshat he'd been the day they met. He couldn't live with himself if he hurt her again. And he couldn't go through with his plans for tonight, even if that's where he'd pinned all his hopes and dreams for the future.
He needed to get himself under control, and do things right, or this wouldn't work.
What if he'd used up all his courage on this morning's swim, so he chickened out of the most important part of the celebration? What he needed now was someone to tell him he was being an i***t, and he could conquer two fears in on
