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He had left without goodbye one night, after reuniting Jillian to her family. She was grateful, unable how to express the gratitude felt towards him. For that reason, it was nearly heartbreaking to wake up without his presence. They weren’t anything but close friends at the time, though it was as if Jillian had lost a piece of herself.

She was scared. He had built such strength within her, Jillian was afraid it would all be for naught. Alas, it was just the opposite, however she still would lay awake at night, wondering where N could have gone.

“-ace...”

Glaceon breaks the nostalgia Jillian places herself under by getting between the two trainers, front paws on N’s knees. Cold nose against Jillian’s skin was more than enough to get the attention she wanted. Also not wanting to make him too uncomfortable, she undoes herself from him, leaning back on her legs. “You’re- you’re here! It’s been years, I can’t believe it... When you left so suddenly, I was worried you didn’t exist at all, as if you were an angel...”

Jillian couldn’t help but wince. Surely Looker had no idea of her previous occupation, though the ex-grunt kept worrying over nothing. It was fearful to think she’d get into trouble after all these years, but there was no telling what authorities were doing with Team Galactic members now. 

Still, she didn’t deny anything; he had been correct, after all. It should have come to attention the detective would recognize where she was from, since he was familiar with Sinnoh in general. Was he this forward back then? Y-Yeah, I guess so... I need to get away before he starts asking more alarming questions.

That’s when Looker came up with an idea. A glorious idea. Splitting up was the exact thing Jillian had been waiting for a chance for and now that it was present, she’d be taking the reigns without a second thought. Nervously Jillian nods her head in agreement, still avoiding the older man’s gaze.

“Y-yes, sir,” she begins to turn the opposite direction, ready to speed-walk away from this uncomfortable situation. Looker is on his way to depart as well, allowing a breath of relief to escape.

“…Ah. How terribly rude of me, yes! I did not catch your name, Miss!”

-which had probably been a moment too soon. Without a break in pace, she simply calls over her shoulder, response being the honest truth instead of a planned lie, “J-Jillian, my name is Jillian- I’ll go this way, see you..!”

Ducking out of sight, she reaches the main street and hopes Looker is doing the same North-wise. Internally Jillian chastises herself, weaving through crowds and making to gain as much distance as possible. You should have stayed calm instead of scrambling to answer, now he’s going to think you’re up to something. Or lied. I should have lied.