Dear Cougar,

I can't focus.
You won't leave my head, it's driving me crazy. My consciousness is enveloped in your presence. You simply being around me is eating up my already depleted concentration.
Your soft words capture my attention through the rise and fall of emotions that are always there. You don't say anything, but your face expresses everything you feel.
You show me where I've gone wrong, and attempt to teach me how to do things properly. If Clay or Pooch tried, they would give up in seconds because of my failure to hold what they tell me. The fact your still trying gives me a feeling I don't know how to describe. You friendship forms a noose that is slowly killing me inside.
I want you to disappear, but when your gone I crave you. When I feel you watching my back, which you often are, the nervousness I might've had disappears in an instant. I'll probably be the death of you, with my reckless ways. Yet your always there, helping me with that smirk on your face.

...

Jensen reread what he had scribbled onto the piece of paper in his hands. Really? ... Wow, I sound so much cooler in my head... I guess poetic letters are just not my thing. Whatever, maybe I should do that hacking job Clay was freaking out about. He thought, quietly denying the small voice in his head that told him he would die if the Sniper saw it. Ever. He stared for another second before crumpling it up and throwing it aimlessly towards the overflowing garbage can across the room. As soon as the discarded letter left his finger tips Jensen went to do what he was actually supposed to be doing, forgetting about the unfinished letter and his maybe-maybe not feelings entirely.

Italics are thoughts

These will be really drabble-ish. Also any mistakes are mine, and The Losers don't belong to me, I'm just messing with them.

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